“I never should have borrowed it,” I murmured to myself. “Borrowed what, baby?” he asked. “Your wingspan.” He made a sound, reaching for the hem of the hoodie. “You can’t borrow something that’s already yours.” “What if I never give it back?” I asked. Grasping with gentle fingers, he pushed my face up so I had to look at him. “What if I don’t want it back?”
