“I can really talk,” I remind him. “If I try to recap everything, you’ll get sick of me before I’m halfway through.” He grabs my hand, yanks me into him, and kisses me there in the middle of the dark path. “That’s a pretty good strategy,” I whisper happily. At the ridge that forms in his forehead, I specify, “For when I’m talking too much.” “I’m not trying to shut you up, Alice,” he says. “It’s just that somehow, almost everything you say makes me want to kiss you.”
