" Akos joined me in the garden, after ensuring there were no killer beetles flying around. Still, he stayed close to me, closer than he normally would.
“What do you think she’ll say?” I asked him.
He sighed, and I felt it against my hair. “I don’t know. I’ve given up trying to know what oracles are going to say to me.”
I laughed. “I bet you’re tired of them.”
“I am.” He stepped closer, so his chest was against my back and his nose was in my hair, tilted down so I could feel his breaths against the nape of my neck. It would have been simple to move away. He wasn’t holding me there; he was hardly touching me, in fact.
But so help me, I didn’t want to move.
“I’m tired of everything,” he said. “I’m tired all the time.”
He sighed again, heavily.
“Mostly,” he said, “I’m tired of not being near you. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)