“I feel something. Right here.” He touched the middle of his chest. “I felt it when you… well, when you came inside me. Like an achy pressure. I’ve got butterflies too. Big ones. They’re just flappin’ away in my belly. Sounds silly, huh?” “No. It doesn’t.” I linked our fingers. Nerves, butterflies, call it whatever, but what he described? “I feel it too.” “Maybe we’re both just hungry.” I lowered my head to his shoulder, fighting a laugh. There he went being so oblivious again. “Yeah. Maybe we are.”
