QUOTE : I closed my eyes, suddenly impossibly dizzy. And Finn reached out and touched my face.<br /><br />“Where did you go, Bonnie Rae?” he said softly.<br /><br />“What do you mean?” I liked the way his fingers felt on my skin and leaned into his palm. The dizziness abated instantly.<br /><br />“Sometimes you’re right there, right on the surface, full of life and so crazy and beautiful that it makes me ache.”<br /><br />His deep voice was melancholy, and I hated that I had caused it.<br /><br />“Then there are times, days like today,” he continued softly, “when you’re buried deep, and your beautiful face is just a house where you live. But the lights aren’t on, and the windows and doors are locked down tight. I know you’re in there, but I’m not with you. Maybe Minnie’s with you. But I don’t think so. You’re alone. And I wish you would let me in.”<br /><br />I climbed over the space between our seats and slid into his lap, laying my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could, breathing him in. I lifted the blinds on my metaphorical house, the one he described so well, and I gave him a glimpse inside. He continued driving, left arm wrapped around me, right arm on the wheel, and he settled his lips on my forehead.