He kissed the corner of my lips, my cheek, my closed eye. He was shaking, almost trembling apart. “Are we going to do this?” I whispered. “Because if this is you saying goodbye…” His fingers tightened. “We shouldn’t.” The house was silent, but I had to strain to hear him. “We could be amazing—” I felt his swallow, his body shudder in my arms. “Or we could break each other’s hearts.” I kissed his cheek. My lips were wet and tasted of salt. “I don’t want to break your heart. I want to fall in love with you.”
