Pressed up against him, I can feel the thud of his heart against mine, his ribcase expanding and contracting rapidly against my chest, the warm whisper of his breath tickling the side of my neck, the brush of his leg against my thigh. Resting my arms on his shoulders, I pull back a little to get a look at his face. But he isn't smiling any more.
Tabitha SuzumaI've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?
Tabitha SuzumaHe shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-โ You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?โ I gasp in mock outrage. For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies!
Tabitha SuzumaI love you inโin every kind of way.โ โI feel like that too . . .โ His voice is shocked and raw. โItโs โ itโs a feeling so big I sometimes think itโs going to swalow me. Itโs so strong I feel it could kil me. It keeps growing and I canโt โ I donโt know what to do to stop it. But โ but weโre not supposed to do this โ to love each other like this!
Tabitha SuzumaI might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at the end of the day that's what we're all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we're all the same.
Tabitha SuzumaPressed up against him, I can feel the thud of his heart against mine, his ribcase expanding and contracting rapidly against my chest, the warm whisper of his breath tickling the side of my neck, the brush of his leg against my thigh. Resting my arms on his shoulders, I pull back a little to get a look at his face. But he isn't smiling any more.
Tabitha Suzuma