Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.

Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.