“I need to touch your bones,” he said, palming my sternum, getting comfy. “I can’t get deep enough inside you, or close enough to you. I want nothing in our way. Not even skin.” He yawned, his voice sleep heavy. “I sound crazy.” “No, you don’t,” I said, shimmying around to graze the tip of his nose with mine, my next words a gust of wind blowing over his lips. “You sound like a man in love.” You sound like me.
