“It’s uncomfortable even for people who want it. It’s like holding your beating heart out in both hands and begging someone not to bruise it, and sometimes it’s more terror than anything else. But for those of us who want it…” Malcolm shrugged. He didn’t know how to explain. Especially when half the time, he thought Anjulie had the right of it. “It just is. You learn to live with it, and even embrace it.”
