Claire cut me off with a tender press of her lips. She hummed, stroking my hair and holding me. I hadn’t cried since Dylan died. That part of me had been shut off. But being held by this sweet, entirely too young and too good woman, had me on the edge. Claire made me want in every way. For a crazy second, I thought about what it would be like to heal this gaping wound in my soul so I could really, truly have her.
