QUOTE : I put both hands on his chest and backed him up a pace. The black sky behind him was filled with color. I said, “Go. Hurry. You can still help. You’re missing it.”<br />He pulled me close again and gazed down at me, tracing one finger so tenderly along my cheekbone. His finger was black, and he might be leaving an attractive black<br />streak across my skin. I didn’t mind. The way he was looking at me with those light blue eyes, I had never felt more beautiful.<br />He bent his head close to my ear again so I could hear him whisper, “I’m not missing anything