We’re chest to chest. Nose to nose. And everything’s suddenly brighter. Louder. “Close your eyes.” So I do. “It’ll be whatever eventually,” he mutters, “but for now…right now…” I sense him lean up, stopping only a hairsbreadth away from my lips. His breaths are hot on my face, smelling of those cinnamon mints he loves so much and something sweeter—the Pepsi he was drinking before. “Right now, I can’t stand the thought of never kissing you again,” he confesses softly. And that crumbling feeling inside me is back,
