Chapter 38

• It was like a panic attack, as if she was choking, tears shuddering inside her. She was this contrary bundle in his arms, tense then pliant, sobbing but distant. He felt her push him away and then he felt her head on his chest, felt the dampness of tears then her furious withdrawal as she wrestled away. And he let her go but she came back and so he —he kissed her.
• It infuriated her that this was his answer, enraged her so she pushed him and then wriggled away, appalled. Except it had helped. His mouth, his tongue had flicked her thoughts from pain to pleasure and then he’d stopped.
• “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn't have,”