“I’m human.” She messes with my hair. “And you’re my person. I instinctually want to know everything about you.” Her neck stretches, and she presses her lips to my forehead, depositing a kiss. And another. And another. “And when you’re inside me, I want to burrow my way under your skin, squeeze between your ribs, and hug that beating organ in your chest.” Her lips brush along my scruffy jaw. “I want to feel your pain. And I want to take it away.”
