"We haven't done anything," you replied. But your hand moved, closing the photo album slowly, setting it aside. Your fingers lingered on the cover. Then you turned to face me fully.
She turns her head on the carpet, her cheek pressing into the fibers. "Now," she says, "we stop pretending we didn't feel it." tara tainton it can happen so fast
It can happen so fast. But maybe—just maybe—that's the only way it ever really happens at all. "We haven't done anything," you replied
Instead, I leaned in.