And knowing that nothing would last, I could never—” I stopped short, swallowing embarrassment. “Never what?” “Nothing.” He didn’t let it go. “Never…?” “I could never get comfortable. Never feel what you’re meant to feel. You know—losing oneself with someone else. The unraveling.” My face was so warm it hurt. “The little death.”
He’s tucking this info away for later. Like oh babe we can fix that as soon as we get to the rooms!
