You reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Your fingertips brushed my cheek, and I closed my eyes.
It can happen so fast. One minute you're sorting through winter coats, and the next you're tangled on the floor with someone who's been a footnote in your life for years, suddenly becoming the whole story. Your back presses into the carpet, and her weight settles over you, and you realize you've been hungry for this without knowing it. tara tainton it can happen so fast
She turns her head on the carpet, her cheek pressing into the fibers. "Now," she says, "we stop pretending we didn't feel it." You reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear