“And if I don’t want to?” “Then tell me what I feel for you is wrong. That I need to get up and walk away.” His breath skitters over my lips, reminding me that he’s alive. I’m alive. We lived through a tornado and made it out with hardly a scratch on us. I think, if anything, we deserve this kiss, need this kiss more than we need anything else right now. “I’m not going to tell you that, either,” I murmur.
