“At the moment of contact a physical rush seizes my entire body, an awareness so intense it's almost panic. Most of my life I've been a head and a pair of hands, only remembering the other parts of myself when they hurt. But kissing Erik, I am the heart of an infinite universe of sensation: I'm the curved shoulder his hand has found, I am the soft skin inside my wrist as it drags against his back, I am the cheek his eyelash brushes, I am the thrashing heart and repeating thought: I can't believe this is happening, this cannot be happening. And I have never, not even once, felt so completely alive.”