I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me.

I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like me to.

That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That’s really not in your best interest.

Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?

I’m not used to feeling so human. Is it always like this?

One side of his mouth pulled up into my favorite uneven smile.

I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now, why would that be frustrating?

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

Be safe.

I can be patient — if I make a great effort.