This isn’t a friendly peck. He’s kissing me like a lover, like a soul mate—like a man who’s claiming me, branding me, and planning to keep me. It’s Jay, and he’s kissing me, and before today I truly thought I’d never see him again, never get to talk to him or touch him or experience the joy of just being near him. And now he’s holding me and kissing me, and the relief and pleasure of it is dizzying.
