We were terrified. Scared fucking witless by expectations we had no desire to meet, so we pushed our souls together instead of our mouths; explored each others' minds as if they were tongues, frantic and curious and swollen with a biting sweetness from nectar secreted by our invisible embraces. It's pooled around our feet, burnt golden crisp and luminescent, erupting through our toes and grabbing at our ankles.

All the while, I'm forced to resist the urge to hold his hand.