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I could set this field of yarrow on fire and let myself burn with it.
He hung in the shadows, like he wasn’t really there, save for the presence that followed him.
I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, his back rising and falling against me, like the sound of seawater kissing the fjord.
And as soon as he moved, it broke loose and the sound of my breath rang in my ears so loud that every thought ran like a retreating army. The heat of him hit me just before his lips touched mine and I froze, trying
To choose him the way he’d chosen me.
Like two night skies on a frozen lake. One looking down from
above and one looking up from the deep.

