like I gave it back.
“Jesus—” His laugh is small, winded, but his throat’s tight. He watches his palm slide over the warmth of my skin. “You got that magic touch, swear to God.
“Tear me apart, piece me together,
“all in the same fuckin’ breath.”
And he holds me there,
pinned between his knees.
His thumb keeps moving. He’s not letting go.
He knows what I said, and he doesn’t care.
His chin tips up,
eyes sinking into me. “Sonny.”
His voice wraps around it,
as if it’s always been his.
“I’m still here.
“You’re still here.
“We’re bothstillhere.”
His hand’sstillholding my thigh,
a warm sedative in every stroke.
“And I gotta feelin’ we’re both always gonna circle right back here.” His eyes slide between mine. “So what the fuck you so afraid of, huh? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t me.”
He makes a point of squeezing my thigh.
“I just—I need to know. What is it that makes you so sure this can’t work?”
Bro.
I gave you reasons and you still want more?
What the hell is left?
What more can I give you without cutting parts of me away?
“Andrew…”
I swallow.
“You’re you.”
I gesture at him as if that explains it.
“And I’m… ”
I blink.
