The music slows like a caress. Rishi takes my face in her hands. Her long, black lashes create spidery shadows down her cheeks. Her midnight eyes flick down to my lips, and when she sighs, I know she was eating peaches. My heartbeat multiplies, like there’s a tiny heart at the end of all my fingers and toes, between my clavicles, inside my ears, and at the tip of my nose.
