“Will you teach me to read?” Moth asked quietly, laying his palm on the centre of my chest and stretching out his long, tattooed fingers. I nuzzled into his hair. “Of course.” “I tried, but it’s just… meaningless shapes. I can recognise numbers okay, but…” I remembered seeing the stack of books in his safehouse, and I’d been able to teach him poker. “I’ll teach you.” I kissed the top of his head, leaving my mouth pressed there so he could feel my grin. “Then I can leave you dirty notes.”
