Dante reached for me. He kissed me. “Do you mind if I undress you?” It reminded me too much of the time he’d washed me with a sponge when I couldn’t move my arms or legs. But I didn’t want to live in that time or in that moment, so I found myself saying, “No, I don’t mind.” I felt him unbuttoning my shirt. I felt his fingers on my skin. I felt his kisses. And I let go. I just let
