“Comet…look at me.” He twisted toward me as the scanner pinged with items sliding across the surface. When my eyes finally lifted and glued to his, he leaned forward and said with all the conviction in the world, “I wanted it. I wanted it more than I wanted air.” Waiting, I stared up at him, expectation blooming in the pit of my stomach. Ping, ping, ping. “But it can never happen again.” The balloon popped. I deflated before him and looked away, my jaw set and my soul withering. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I know.”
