Sparks flowed from his hand into her veins. She could feel the hot fizz of them through every last tributary of her blood stream. This was how life should feel. Terrifying, magical, wonderful, risky . . . She didn’t know what their tangled hands meant, she didn’t know what he was thinking, or where this was leading, but standing on the cliff edge of this feeling was miraculous. It was the polar opposite of her dreary life. Here, in this wobbly moment, buffeted by winds on the edge of a cliff, not able to see or trust what she was jumping into, Jodie felt alive.
