“I closed my eyes, remembering what he’d looked like, so close I could smell the shaving soap he’d used that morning. The way Benedict had looked at me – I thought I might melt right there on that log. I’d been so bold to reach for his hand. And I didn’t even feel guilty or ashamed. We’d been in a world of our own with rules we made. Rules that included holding hands and kissing. I wanted to live in that world always.”