that twinge beneath my ribs at the distance between us? That longing for his strong body to frame my other side? That was new. New and terrifying. And confusing, because… how could I press myself against Sebian like this, soaking up his warmth, his care, the sense of protection he provided? And in the same moment, long for the closeness of the man who insisted on hating me? How could I enjoy them both, each in a different way? How could I long for them both?
