Her hands skate over the back of my neck and into my hair where she tugs, like she did the night of our first kiss. And again, my body responds with a blazing shot of adrenaline that turns me into an animal. Closer. I need her closer still. And she obliges. Her fingers scrape my scalp and remind me that love can hurt as much as it heals. I don’t mind. She’s the only one I’d trust to hurt me.
