Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .
Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.
He was uncomfortable with the idea that use might not like him.
The room went dark and, after a moment, Grace whispered that she loved me, sounding a little sad. I wrapped my arms tightly around her shoulders, sorry that loving me was such a complicated thing.