he collected their names like flowers and wore them about his neck in something fragile that he would pluck , petal by bloody petal and crush under his six toes . you do n't keep your boat at the yacht club . `` touch me , '' i breathe against his mouth when he breaks the kiss . he shook his head but there was no hint of humor in his person . her words made no sense but just hearing her voice sent me running the short distance between us . 