All night, feverish memories had woven through his sleep, returning to him the sacred tenacity of Cora’s searching mouth. By dawn, he was fully aware that the moment he kissed her, his life had fractured into two parts. He couldn’t go back; he didn’t want to. Yesterday, Cora had finally cracked open her veneer, like a geode splitting to reveal a glorious crystal. And what Nate found inside her was unspeakably lovely and singular and sharp. Cora’s interior was infinitely priceless. He couldn’t believe she had entrusted him with it.
