But he would’ve let me in, wouldn’t he? Saturday was good, wasn’t it? Yeah, it was good, and I have no reason to worry like this. Me and him, we’re… something, now. There’s a current between us I’ve never felt before, and I know exactly what my mum would say about it: There are things you have to reach for with both hands, and fuck the doubts. I’m mumbling under my breath, telling myself to relax, when a shadow spills over me. “Have I ever told you,” Keynes asks, “that you think rather ferociously?” My heart throws a fit.
