Chapter Nineteen
We’re spread out on the seat cushions, which are the only things separating us from cool, hard concrete. That and the dubious protection of my jacket as a blanket, but I’ve never been warmer. The residual heat between us simmers in the air. Bea rests her head on my arm, looking up at the stars. They’re beautiful, I know. Luminous and ever expanding, but I can’t take my eyes off her profile. The faint constellations of her freckles glow a thousand times more.
Without the physical sensation the dread rushes back, gnawing and fierce. The realization that we have very little time left. Maybe only tonight. My hands tighten instinctively around Bea before I can catch myself. I release her right away, pretending to run my hands down her arms, but she looks back at me with too m
