at one point , a cricket crawled across the back of his hand as his palm rested in the dirt . he grabs the back of lo 's neck and brings his face right into his . `` so what did she say about it ? '' it 's because i ca n't let the woman i love believe i do n't want her . i could n't handle the separation between us any longer . a gloss of sweat beaded over her skin . i press my hand to his cheek and smooth out the wrinkle in his forehead . 