Even in the water, she can smell his skin, and after two weeks of being away from it, it's intoxicating. She leans in and inhales him deep into her lungs, like she could take away that part of him and keep it for her very own.

"You've never called me anything but my name."

She's sure it's a Thing. After all this time, it has to be a Thing.

(Please God, please let it be a Thing. She's come too far to turn back now.)