And from what you told me, I’m guessing you’ve been kissed. You haven’t kissed someone. Is that true?” She sways closer, just an inch. Nods once. “Then this is all you.” I tilt her head up. “You decide, Nora. You decide when, how long, in what way. You don’t think about me. Okay?” Because I’m going to enjoy this regardless of what she does. Because I’m going to hell, but I need to make sure that this is about her.
