She’s talking to me, but she’s barely seeing me as she wipes my forehead and my cheeks with the back of her jacket sleeves. The tears cling to her lashes before they drop and stain her cheeks. And these tears do unpleasant shit to me. I reach a hand to her cheek and wipe one away. She pauses and shivers beneath my palm. Fuck. It’s been a long time since I’ve touched her, and now that I am, I feel like an addict who’s been thrown back into bad fucking habits. I resist the urge to close my eyes and breathe her in, maybe even try to devour her in the process.
