the day flashes before me : from willem 's playful voice over my breakfast on the first train to the exhilaration of making my strange admission to him on the next train to the giant 's amiable kiss in the club to the cooling stickiness of willem 's saliva on my wrist at the cafe to the sound of secrets underneath paris to the release i experienced when my watch came off to the electricity i felt when willem 's hand found me to the shattering fear of that girl 's scream to willem 's brave and immediate reaction to it to our flight through paris , which felt just like that , like flight , to his eyes : the way they watch me , tease me , test me , and , yet , somehow understand me .