“It’s happening,” I whispered. A smile spread across Fallon’s face, lighting her from within. “It’s happening.” And she’d made it so. Had given everything to do it. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her. I lied and told myself it was because we had an audience, but I knew the truth. It was because I fucking wanted to. I needed her more than anything on this Earth because she was my air. She made it so I could breathe. My fingers sank into her hair as I took her mouth. My tongue slid in, desperate for a hit of that taste, that air. And I drank her down, grabbed anything I could get a hold of.
