GRACE
“Well, going off the playlist in your car, you have very eclectic taste.”
His smile grows a little wider. It’s mesmerising. He should do it more often. “I like different songs for different reasons, play certain songs for certain moods.”
I want to ask for more details but I’m not confident enough. I don’t know him, not the real him, but I possess a tiny flicker of hope that maybe I’m starting to. I don’t know why I make my next move.
That’s a feeling I’m beginning to get used to. Maybe it’s because he looks so lost, so alone, so in need of someone to touch him, connect with him. Maybe it’s because he’s so close but not close enough.
Perhaps it’s because I can barely breathe through the urge to feel his skin against mine, to absorb some of the hidden pain that haunts his beauti
