“Things like what? What does it make you feel like?” “It makes me feel like falling. No wings to save me, no net to catch me, just free-falling and hoping somehow I survive.” He cups my face, pressing his lips to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I close my eyes and nod. “I know, but we both know you will anyway. What can I do?” I shrug. “Hold on to me and when you fall, take me with you. I don’t know what love is, Ivy, but if I could ever love anyone it would be you. I just don’t know how to fall.” I smile. “That’s okay. I’ll just pull an Atlas and push you.”
