Our foreheads touch as our lips break, arms around one another’s shoulders, and we’re not escaping our embrace yet. He’s smiling brighter. I’m grinning stronger. My heart beats outside my ribcage, and I breathe, “You just kissed me in public, Highland.” In the middle of a sidewalk. In front of a packed cheesesteak restaurant. In front of my friends. In front of paparazzi. He kissed me. “You kissed me back,”
