Happy Place

by Emily Henry

The point is, some people live the bulk of their lives in their minds (me), and some are highly physical beings (Wyn).

It’s not fair that he’s fine. It’s not fair that being here with me doesn’t feel like having his heart roasted on a spit, like it does for me.

Talking to Wyn like this feels like whispering my secrets into a box and shutting it tight.

“Would you rather I didn’t touch you?” Wyn asks quietly. As quietly, I say, “You don’t ever touch me.” “Because I haven’t known,” he says, “if you want me to.”

“No,” he says quietly. “In every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”