She pulls my arm, trying to tug me toward the floor of the casket. "God damnit, Damon. Stop being a stubborn ass—" I don't know what possesses me to do it. I don't even think about it in advance. Her arguing, her defiance, her caring, the way she grabs my arm—it snaps something inside of me. And before I can stop myself or realize it's happening, I do the unthinkable. I kiss her.
