An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
You’re too close. I can’t talk to you when you’re this close to me. I can’t even breathe when y—” I gasped when he leaned in, pressed his forehead to mine. His hands were at my waist now, reeling me in, and I sank against his body with a sound, a kind of surrender. He said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. I listened to our hearts race, felt my skin heat. I felt desperate for something I could not articulate, for a need I could not fathom. We were standing this close and still light-years from where I wanted to be. |