If pressed to come up with a single word to describe the onslaught that hits me the moment Ellis’s lips crash into mine, I would pick landslide. Have you ever seen a mountain give way? Seen the rock face sheer off in the force of nature’s demand, trees and dirt and tons of once-steady terrain rushing toward the ground, unable to fight the tide of gravity? That would describe this moment. Sweeping. Earth-shattering. Destructive in the best possible way. Unstoppable.
