“Now may I taste it?” I shook my head. He dipped a finger into the core of the peach and brought it to his mouth. “Please don’t.” This was more than I could bear. “I never could stand my own.… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“It was not him I hated—but the thing we’d done. I didn’t want him looking into my heart just yet. Instead, I wanted to remove myself from this bog of self-loathing and didn’t know how to do it. “You’re feeling… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
