He looked at me then and swept me closer with his arm around my waist. I was immediately surrounded by his scent and didn’t know just how much I’d missed it until my knees nearly gave out. “I will.” And then he bent his head and kissed me for the first time since I learned we couldn’t be. “Owen,” I whined breathlessly against his lips. “We can’t.” “I don’t care.” He pulled me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “We’re in the gray, remember?” I remembered.
