Behind me I hear the screen door slam shut. I turn as the regulators come back inside, McBane’s body gone. Gone.The sound of the back door locking shut has all the finality of a coffin lid nailed into place. Coby’s hand finds mine, his fingers closing over my own. Gone.
All that remains of him are the scars on my body, the bloodstains on my cot. But Coby’s already kissed the scars away, hasn’t he? He’s smoothed my skin out beneath his hands, made me new again with his gentle touch. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him—I want to take him to mymattress, the one on the floor upstairs that’s never known a body other than my own, the one that’s still firm like his hands.