And what do you want right now?” Right now I itch to heal his wounds and forget my own. He touches my cheek with the tips of his fingers. My breath hitches. “Do you want to kiss me, Alex?” I whisper. “Dios mio, I want to kiss you … to taste your lips, your tongue.” He gently traces my lips withthe tips of his fingers. “Do you want me to kiss you? Nobody else would know but the two of us.
