“I had a fantasy about you tonight,” I went on. “You ran after me when I left your place, and — you hugged me. You just gave me a hug.” “Do you really want that?” He looked so surprised that my heart cracked. “Yes.” He pulled me into his arms. I held him tight and buried my face in his wet T-shirt. The back of my raincoat crumpled in his hand. “Christina,” he whispered, stroking my hair. As he rubbed his knuckles against my cheek, his ring moved over my skin, oddly soothing.
