He seemed bemused. His hand brushed softly against my cheek. He didn't appear to notice that I was trying to force him back. I could have been pushing against the alley walls for all the progress I was making. The clock tolled, but he didn't react.
It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fat through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been a h*** in my chest. I was perfect-not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place.