She turned next to me, and I took her hand in mine—her skin smooth and her grip so light as to be an act of aggression, it left me with the sensation that I was holding on to nothing. She made it so that I was the one who was grasping, the one who was seeking more than was being given, and as I released her hand, I wondered what this evasive physicality boded for Xavier. Although it was possible that he experienced it not as evasion, but rather as a kind of yielding.
