He stares at me some more. “If I thought I deserved it,” he says, “I’d probably kiss you.” I stand frozen while he walks away. The cool air kisses my cheeks while his words kiss me—the way he doesn’t think he should. If I thought I deserved it, he said. What the fuck does that mean? As if anyone needs to deserve me. As if he wouldn’t make the list, if deserving did come into it. Doesn’t he know no-one’s ever made me feel so many things at once in my whole life?
