They kiss each other’s lips, and Hannah feels the spring of creation in her body and blood. It’s a bursting, awakening feeling. It’s so potent that it almost hurts, the way it feels to eat a morsel of food after a long period of starvation. Every nerve beneath Hannah’s skin—every deep, hidden crevice in her body—every tiny atom that makes her who she is—they all jazz to life, as if they had been long ago buried and were simply waiting to be called upon to arise.
