She laughs again, and the sound is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I pull her into my arms then, sweeping her clean off her chair. She lets out a laugh that melts into a gasp as I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her like it’s still the first time. Like it’s the hundredth time. Like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to. Fifteen years, and she still tastes like forever. When I set her down, the kids are watching us in mortification. “Ewwwww!” Tatiana cries.
