“What are you doing?” she says in a low voice, the soft, minty puff of every word brushing against my cheek. I turn my face up to hers while my heart clashes against the cage of my ribs. I drink her in. Pert lips. Wide eyes. Full cheeks. Fucking perfect from head to toe. “What I should have done months ago” is all I say. Then I grip the back of her neck, drag her mouth to mine, and kiss her.
