I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t threatened by her talent—it was easy to see she had something special—and it was because of that intimidation, which bordered on aggression, that I permitted myself to also want her. I couldn’t explain my desire to myself, let alone anyone else, but I wanted to be next to her, I wanted to crawl inside her so I could get to know her heart, her lungs, the curl of her ribs from the inside out. I was in trouble.
