“Will this ever stop?” I asked quietly. “The Congregation?” Matthew’s voice was worried. “I don’t know.” “No.” My head rose in surprise. “I don’t care about that.” “What do you mean, then?” I kissed him on his quizzical mouth. “This feeling when I’m with you—as if I’m fully alive for the first time.” Matthew smiled, his expression uncharacteristically sweet and shy. “I hope not.”
