“Really?” I nod. “Forever.” Those damn blue-gray of his bore into me, looking for a sign of a lie, of me running, that I don’t mean it, but I do. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything before. When he sees that, he slants his mouth over mine, kissing me softly and tenderly like we have all the time in the world, and I guess we do. Because this? Lawson? It’s real, and I’m not running away from it. Not this time. Feelings are normal, and I have big ones for him. “Forever, Wednesday,” he whispers against my lips. Then he starts our kiss over again.
