After a minute of silence, the crease disappears and his gaze turns soft again. The hand that’s covering mine picks it up and slowly places it on his chest, and then he flattens my palm on the space over his heart. The thudding of his heart is right against my hand, and it startles me how fast I can feel it beating. “This is why, Wendy,” he breathes, and my own heartbeat quickens in my chest. “Feel how hard it’s beating? That’s all because of you. It’s always because of you.”
