“What if… what if we spend the rest of our trip seeing how things go? Doing what feels right? If you want… if you want to touch me, you can.” His voice drops an octave, and shivers run up my back. “If I want to kiss you, I can.” His eyes drop to my mouth. “Would you let me kiss you, Josephine?” “Yes,” I whisper. “I’d let you do anything.” “Anything?” “Anything,” I repeat.
