Astonish Me - Pg 185

   He rubs her back the way his mother rubs his when he  is sick or sad, feeling the sharp edges of her shoulder blades through her tank top, the bumps of her spine, the flat wings of muscle. her grief makes her distant despite the nearness of her body; her vertebrae slide under his fingers like worry beads. He wants to wipe away some of her sadness. "Chloe?" he whispers. "You know I love you."