i rest my hand on march 's chest , feeling the slow , steady thump of his heart . just when she was all set to be mad at him and tell him to shove it , he had to go and be sweet . `` none of your lives were ever supposed to be on the line . '' he pressed play and i think we both sat forward . there is not a spot of dirt , anywhere . she greeted him by rubbing her nose against his cheek . his gaze took her in ; she was stunning . 