“Why are you humming?” “Because,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his tie, “it calms my heart.” “What’s wrong with your heart?” “It gets a little out of control when I touch you—like it could explode.” “Then why touch me?” I glance up to meet his softened gaze. “Because you never feel more alive than when you’re flirting with death.” “Have you flirted with death?” I smile. “Yes.”
