I wince when Skylar digs her thumb into my upper spine. “What are you doing?” “Stay still. I’m trying to get this mark off you.” “What mark?” “I love you,” she says, although it comes out like a question rather than a statement. “I love you, too, but you’re being really weird right now.” “I meant the words on your back.” “What wo—” Oh. My. God. The room tilts, and it’s a struggle to draw air into my lungs.
Ahhhhhhhh
