“Wait, wait.” I kiss him three more times and then stop. “I have to ask one more thing.”
He says nothing, just waits for it.
“Do you really think it was fate that we met?”
“Well, I’ve never been this lucky, and my karma cannot be that great.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him so tight.
I feel so much love for him, I check the skin on my bare arms, because it feels like it should be oozing out of me, I can’t possibly contain it all. Immediately following this rush of love is a fear that makes me feel ashamed. I feel ashamed that I can’t get past the fear and I feel angry at myself, my first boyfriend, Sadie and Russell for doubting that what I have with Vince is anything more than a rebound. He deserves so much pure love and I want to give it to him, but what I have right now is a potent cocktail of emotions. If I cut myself I am certain that my blood would be bright blue, the color of the Adios Motherfucker he made me that first night. The fact that I have even had that thought terrifies me and I feel my whole body shivering.
“Nina,” he says, rubbing my arms. He rests his forehead against mine. “Nina, I—”
I cover his lips with mine and kiss him.
No more words.
I can’t take anymore.