For half a beat, we just smile at each other. I feel, absurdly, like some housewife in an old movie. Hello, honey. “Seb—” He presses me against the front door, using the force to shut it, and kisses the breath out of me. He tastes of lip balm and sweat. The evening air still clings to his skin, slightly cool and fresh. He works my hair out of its bun, tugging on a fistful as he nips my bottom lip.
