Truth is, I don’t know what Deacon wants anymore – it’s not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I’m the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted...

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully. “Hey!” I push him back, to which he retaliates until I’m finally smiling. I love how we can do that–break through the misery to...