Before I know what I’m doing, I kiss him. It’s soft and tentative, but then I cup his face and put as much passion into it as I can, without going overboard. My heart is in my throat, and I’m overly conscious of how silent everyone has gone around us. Beck breaks the kiss and pulls me into a tight hug. “You could have given a guy some warning,” he tries to joke, but his voice is all thick. “Like you can talk.”
