“I’m going to miss you,” I say, meaning every word. He holds my gaze, and I get the sense that he knows I’m not faking about that part. He lifts a hand to my cheek, cupping my face as he tilts it upward, then presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “Please be safe,” he says. The urging in his tone makes my heart squeeze, and I lean back in, stealing another kiss before he pulls away. “I will. You too.”
