She’s giving me real, genuine intimacy, a piece of her heart, and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s in the way her forehead rests against mine, her eyes pinned on me while she rises and falls in my lap with each frayed breath. It’s in the way she clings to me, her fingers curled around the nape of my neck, thumbs dusting over the skin beneath my ears. It’s in the way she just said my name.
