She made a face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “It sounds like I’ll be spending the evening with my face in a toilet after eating all that chocolate and drinking alcohol strong enough to melt the label off the bottle.”
“I can feel the pull of it and echoes of the people and animals whose bodies nourished the soil,” she answered. “It’s hard to explain. I know it sounds creepy but it’s not. It’s…peaceful. Powerful.”
He found himself dreaming about her some nights, waking and reaching for her only to remember that she was gone. He’d burned through most of the initial anger he’d felt. Now he just wanted to know she was safe.
“I probably need to apologize,” she said nervously.
He set his menu down, folding his hands on top of it. “Take your time.”
Subject: “Sorry/Not Sorry”
“I knew getting too close would get me burned, but I craved your warmth.”