“Is that what you really want?” Travis turns and looks at Emma – the sharp planes of her face, the spiky darkness of her hair, her wide, questioning eyes. He sees light streaming off her, tracers in his vision. This girl…this girl is like a star. A glimmering north star, a beacon, and he needs that so much right now. “All I know is that I want you,” he blurts, and he reaches out, brings her face to his.
