Snippet of second chapter of Shelter Me
Sometimes it scares me how right this all feels. How terrifyingly happy I am in these brief moments. How, if I’d never met Danny on the street two years ago, I wouldn’t know these feelings existed. I probably wouldn’t even be here. How do you ever show someone what it means that they saved your life?
As soon as Danny unlocks the door to our apartment, I shove him up against the bare bricks of the living room wall. The whole huge room is an expanse of bare bricks and glass. Echoey as a church. Every sound we make whispers around us like prayers in the dark. We couldn’t afford curtains big enough to cover the apartment’s floor to ceiling windows, so most of the time we just don’t turn on the lights—the glow of the street below is enough to see what we need to see at night.
I nudge the door shut with my hip and grin as Danny squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head, exposing his neck and waiting for me to kiss him. The bunch of keys drop noisily to the floor. Lost in the shadows.
“I’m so predictable,” I say and instead of kissing him or doing anything he expects, I drop to my knees.
Suki Fleet 