“are you ever going to kiss me?”
slowly, elian says, “that’s not a favor.”
his hand moves from beside mine, and i feel a sudden absence. and then it’s on my cheek, cupping my face, thumb stroking my lip. it feels like the worst thing i’ve ever done and the best thing i could ever do and how strange that the two are suddenly the same.
how strange that instead of taking his heart, i’m hoping he takes mine.









