`` i love them , '' i whisper , tears threatening , really meaning that i love him . `` take me home , '' i whisper against his lips and his eyes blink open , burning with desire . i taunted , taking two more steps forward . everything that i 'd been feeling when i walked out here is gone and is replaced by this slow burn . this morning i counted grains of rice falling through the split seam of a stuffed frog . when that was done , he raised his eyes to the church . 