Chapter 48

• He smiles and holds me close. We stay in each other’s arms for just a moment, and then, without another word, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the kitchen. My heart begins to race as he pulls me through the apartment and over to the stairs.
• “I would carry you up, but I don’t want you to think I’m showing off.”
• I laugh. “That’s a relief. I do hate a poser.”With every step closer to my bedroom, the less air there seems to be in my lungs.