For the past seven years, I had convinced myself that our first kiss wasn’t as good as I remembered—that it couldn’t have been that good. But it was. And our second one was better. Because I knew Teddy now, and not just the Teddy that everyone else knew. I knew the Teddy that was just as fierce when she was soft and just as fun when she was comfortable. She was loyal and kind and funny. She was so much more than I ever knew. She surprised me—wanting to kiss her again surprised me.
