Katie Lumsden

I do not know how long I lay like that before the door eased open and I saw Paul framed within it. His face was deathly pale, his eyes red and wet, and I felt a strange stab of anger, as though I wanted all the grief to be mine alone.

I had never before felt so hungry for someone in the way I did for him. I had never been so brazen, so careless of all those rules the world and God had laid upon us. Everything about him seemed to intoxicate me--the thrill of his touch, the feel of his skin, the look on his face when his eyes met mine. I loved the scent of him, the way he ran his hands through his hair, the gentle tones of his voice.