A little skin contact with Grace wasn’t going to suddenly fix me; the sense of calmness I felt was undoubtedly temporary. I had to be careful. But I couldn’t deny the ways Grace and I were connected. It was hurting both of us to be apart. I’d been home for almost a month, and that pain wasn’t easing. It was getting worse. The ache in my chest kept growing, and if she felt anything like I did, it was probably close to unbearable. I couldn’t win. If I gave in, there were so many ways this could go wrong. So many ways I could fail her. But my efforts to keep us apart, to somehow be friends, were
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