Just when I pull back, he captures my lips in a slow, all-consuming kiss that steals my breath and apparently my logic, because for a brief second, I forget Jeremy is there. I place a hand on his chest and push him away. He releases my lips with a low growl. Jeremy stares at us with a grin, and even as my cheeks burn, I can’t help but grin back. Because this moment? This peace? It feels like the beginning of our happiness. If only the ghosts from the past don’t catch up to us.

