There were days when this body felt like skin was merely covering a thousand tiny cracks, ceramic held together only by pressure and waiting for that one last blow that would make it explode, shatter, into millions of irretrievable pieces. There were times when muscles quivered in terror of that day, but the quivering itself threatened to be that final blow.
This moment was one of those, and Kay trembled, trying not to fly apart.
"Don't you know?" Kay whispered after kissing her thoroughly, hard. "Don't you know how desperately I love you?" There, the truth of it, out there for her. Not the truth of Kay, but the feelings beneath.
He clung to Natalie, arms and legs wrapping about the other woman, clinging with a wiry strength. He kissed her again, less about sex and more about reassurance than anything, but willing to give anything to get Natalie to love her.