Our eyes met over the open pages. Something shifted—subtle as a change in air pressure before a storm. You didn't look away. Neither did I.
"It was a good day," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. tara tainton it can happen so fast
It Can Happen So Fast
It can happen so fast. One minute you're sorting through winter coats, and the next you're tangled on the floor with someone who's been a footnote in your life for years, suddenly becoming the whole story. Your back presses into the carpet, and her weight settles over you, and you realize you've been hungry for this without knowing it. Our eyes met over the open pages
