He was so sweet, so soft and warm, and for a moment, he became a part of me. Being joined with Emerson, his kisses on my scars, and his open body welcoming me inside… It must have made me a better person, easily erasing years of bitterness over the course of a few hours. There’d be hell to pay for this beautiful sliver of happiness—I was sure of it. The raw ache behind my ribs was a foretelling of the imminent heartbreak, but I wouldn’t think of that now. No.
