““Reyes, how do you not just fly around all the time, checking shit out?” He laid his head against the headboard and laughed. “I do sometimes, but my life is on this plane.” He brushed his fingertips over my palm again, studying me. “I love every inch of you.” My heart melted, and I hoped it hadn’t dematerialized and rematerialized somewhere else. That couldn’t be good. I turned in to him. “I love all your inches, too.””
