“What are you doing?” “I’m kissing you properly, Queenie. The way you should’ve been kissed and adored before shitty men came into your life and took you for granted. Took you for their advantage. Took and took until you felt like you had to be cold to protect that shattered warmth.” Tears spring to my eyes and flake off against my cheeks. “May I have permission to kiss you, Malina?” His formal question makes my chest squeeze. “Yes,”
