“I never hated you,” he says, and it’s almost silent. Then he takes a step toward me so I can feel the warmth of his body. “I want to believe that.” We are standing at the precipice of something grand, ready to jump. His hand lifts to touch my face the same way it did that first night I found him here. “We really shouldn’t do this,” he whispers so quietly the words drift off into the darkness. “I don’t care,” I reply. “Neither do I.” With that, he wraps a hand around the back of my neck and drags me forcefully into his arms. We don’t utter a word before our lips crash together.
