The great, deep stirring begins in the center of me, which some might call a longing, but I think of it more as an emptying. And it aches in my shoulders and my ribs because I know it won’t be filled tonight, and when he stops kissing me, which he eventually will because he has to because that’s how kisses work, it will tear me in two, because I think I’ve been waiting to know Sam Penny all my life.
