His firm fingers grip my chin and turn my face back to him. “Winter, we are a thing. We are the thing. We are it.” And then he kisses me. In the middle of the gym. When he should be paying attention to the girl with the even boobs. He finds me. He kisses me. He belongs to me. I thought I had that once when I didn’t. But the man who is kissing me now? Out in the open for longer than is appropriate? He is not the same man. He’s a better one.
