“We're riders", he says, as if that's explanation enough. He takes hold of my hands and brings them to his chest. "So do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it." Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I'm done fighting it. "Come on," he whispers. Show me what you've got. I surge up on my toes and kiss him.”