She'd always considered herself a nihilist. But then she kissed Tate, and she realized that she believed in him. He was warm and it felt like every time he pressed his mouth to hers, warmth flooded her skin and slid down her back. It was like laying on concrete in the middle of the summer after swimming in cold water.
"I hope so too. I don't want this to be like one of the dreams that everyone's always saying they have." She took his hand and put it over her heart so he could feel its rapidfire thumping. "You can. I swear, you can." She felt like she could tell him about all of the fantasies she had about dying - what it would feel like getting hit by a bus, or how deliciously cold it would be to have all of her blood leeching out of her. "Want to get our food to go? "