"I know you're sick," I said, but my voice was low, petulant. "That's the point of this whole exercise. You actually doing something about it." Jaw flexing, I looked away. Life was so much easier when I stuck to the basics of human emotion and didn't get mired in all this caring bullshit. It never, ever worked out well for me, not in my whole goddamned life, but there was no escaping the way those fingers felt in my hair.

My eyes fell closed a moment and then turned back to Sarah. I still don't know how the fuck she snuck in, but she definitely had. Hand against her neck, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers. I knew better, but I'd never been very good at impulse control.