To remind her of this, here, with his hands digging into her waist so she’d suck in a breath, to prove her lungs could fill. Here, with his lips near her ear, to remember her blood could rush. It was a silence that spoke volumes, that made promises; a rush of urgency they both knew would have no patience for the luxury of a mattress, of permanence and sheets. When the blades of her scapulae hit the wall behind her, Lev thought only here, now, this.
