“I don’t think I should leave you alone tonight,” Gatsby said. “Do you want to stay with me?” “No,” I said. “I’m fine.” “Then I’ll stay here with you,” he said. I wanted to say yes to having another heartbeat in the cottage with me, and to that heartbeat being his. And in a locked cabinet deeper within me, I might have imagined the warmth of his body next to me, kissing him in the dark.
