Attach ments(107)

Not later that night. But on a night a lot like that one. A night that ended with Beth in his arms, with her everywhere against him.

Lincoln was almost asleep. “Like what?” he asked.

“I didn’t know love could leave the lights on all the time. Do you know what I mean?”

“Not exactly,” he said, finding a way to pull her closer. He could just make out her silhouette in the dark, her head lifted, her hair falling on his chest.

“I thought it took more naps,” she said, struggling to find the right words. “Or blinked. I didn’t know it could just go on and on and like this without falling off an edge. Like pi.”

“What kind of pie?” he murmured.

“No, pi … ,” she said.

“Lincoln …”

He didn’t answer.

“Lincoln? Are you asleep?

“I didn’t know someone could love me like this,” she said. “Could love me and love me and love me without …needing space.”

Lincoln wasn’t asleep. He rolled on top of her.

“There’s no air in space,” he said.