Love and lust crest between us, climbing and climbing until we crescendo. She splinters around me, her tears wetting my neck and shoulder. I drop my head into the pillow by her hair, cupping her head, twining our bodies so tightly it feels like she’s drawing my breath and I’m drawing hers. Like her heart beats in my chest, and her heart beats in mine. I know in that moment, she’s the fire burning in my chest, and I’d chase her down. I’d follow her anywhere.
