She settles herself between Harrow's knees and puts her arms around Harrow's thin body and tucks them together like two magnets. Harrow's forehead is feverishly warm against hers, and she can feel everything going on in Harrow's body: the steady pulse of her heart, the calm in and out of her breath.

All her jittery need to go go go has evaporated; she sighs and closes her eyes to revel in the physicality of this moment.

All of it real. Harrow's breath, Harrow's body, Harrow's heart. She opens her eyes again, and smiles, embracing the ache in her chest. "Harrow, I love you."