Before I can think, my lips are on his, and I feel that smile spread against my skin, morphing, changing into something more, something sacred in this dilapidated place of worship. It’s the closest thing I’ve ever felt to a spiritual experience. And when Theo pulls away from me, the electricity he leaves on my lips surges through my veins. And when he kisses me again, this time with an open mouth and hot breath, and an urgency that doesn’t scare me but shakes me to my very core–I want nothing else in this world. Only him. Only Theo.
