Faye

I don’t know why I throw myself against Michael like my life depends on feeling him firm and whole in my arms. Maybe this feeling inside my chest is a rushed, fleeting echo of something deeper, something I’ve only known to be true in fairy tales. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same–maybe he sees me as a burden, a nuisance.

After what I’ve put his friends and family through, I wouldn’t be thoroughly shocked to be shoved away and scolded–then banished.

But his arms wrap around me, lifting me into the air as his warm breath tickles my neck. He breathes my name against my skin, and it awakes...