Fuck, yes, this is really happening. I brush my nose against her head. “You’re in my blood now, April. Every song I play, I hear you in it. I feel you in the spaces between every word I speak. No one’s ever affected me like this. Being around you, feeling this way… it’s as natural as breathing. I can’t close my eyes without seeing your face or hearing your voice. You’re under my skin, April. So, yeah. This is really happening.”
