This is the look I’ll remember when he walks out tonight. This is the look I’ll spend forever sketching: his whole being caught on the edge of wonder, of hunger, of astonishment. This is the wild and terrifying edge of yes. “Say it again.” The words are barely sound, more breath than voice. “Only you.” I turn my face into his palm. “It’s only ever been you. There’s nobody else, and there never could be.”
