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“Because pain in the body quiets the pain in the head. It feels good, like a kill switch for your brain.
She doesn’t want to belong to you. She doesn’t want to belong to you.
“You could never not draw attention,” he finally said. “And it has nothing to do with you being blind.”
“I think I love you,” I said, repeating her words to me all those years ago.
“You dance?” she said in my ear. “No.” “You are right now,” she pointed out. And I stopped, realizing we’d been turning in a slow circle. “I think I like this dancing even more than ballet,” she told me. And the corners of my lips turned up in a smile. If only Kincaid could see me now . . .
Baby, I’ve never disappeared. I’ve always been here. This past summer when you were lying on the beach, I was there. When you went into the shop with your mom for a coffee, I was right there.
I didn’t want her first time. I wanted every time.
“Your place is at my side,” I told her. “Say it.” She whispered, “My place is at your side.” “Louder.” I shook her gently, but my tone was firm. “My woman doesn’t ask permission. She’s a force. Say it louder.” Her chin started to tremble, but her voice burst out strong. “My place is at your side.” And I kissed her, making sure she fucking believed it. She was always wanted.