She bit her lip. The rooftop. The kiss. He’d kept his promise. He’d given her a kiss worth waiting for because she was about to die—they were both about to die. She knew it had been a risk, and probably a stupid one. And that was the choice he’d made rather than let her die without experiencing that one perfect moment. She could think of nothing more heroic. So why wouldn’t he mention it? Perhaps more important, why couldn’t she?
