I kiss him. Because I have to. Because I can. Because it’s right. And he kisses me back, fierce yet gentle, and it’s like a thousand hours spent wanting each other spilling between us. His hands go from my hips to my hair, clinging to me. “You’re sure?” he asks, pulling back. I giggle against his lips. “I’m sure, Bo. I’ve wanted this for so long.” “Okay… we’ll talk after?”
