All trace of laughter vanished as our eyes met, suspended in the dark water beneath a canopy of stars. In this moment, with the village lights shimmering in the distance and the weight of everything momentarily washed away, I saw him clearly. I saw the way he looked at me. "Fuck it," he said, and then his mouth was on mine. I gasped against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as his encircled my waist. The kiss was desperate, hungry, as if he'd been starving for this as long as I had.
