Then his mouth is there, hot and sweet and cautious. A hello kiss, the whisper-soft brush of skin on skin. An I missed you kiss, holding still and breathing each other’s air. I whisper into his mouth, “Please don’t leave me again.” “I won’t,” he says. “I won’t.” “And I won’t stop loving you when things get hard. Please try to believe that. Because I’m going to prove it.”
