“Do you think she really does love me, or was she just responding to the fact that I love her? Wanting to make me happy?”
He understands her. He knows her better than anyone but me.
I hesitate.
“I’m only asking because I don’t want to be a … a burden when she wakes up.” He waits a moment for my response, and when I don’t say anything, he continues. “Don’t worry about hurting my feelings. I want the truth.”
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“I always want to be with you. And not just… not just to talk to. When you touch me…” I dare to let my fingers brush lightly along the warm skin of his arm, and it feels like the flames are flowing from their tips now. His arm tightens around me. Does he feel the fire? “I don’t want you to stop.”