Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

only a matter of time before it broke through our fragile web of denial, forcing us to confront the truth and acknowledge who we are: two people in love – a love that nobody else could possibly understand.