“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. I know what I want to do and what I should do, but I don’t think either is the right solution.” “What are you supposed to do?” That’s easy. “Walk away.” “What do you want to do?” Less easy. I swallow hard as I say the words I know I shouldn’t. “Never stop touching you.” “What are you gonna do?” Jet whispers. “I don’t know.” “Soren?” “Yeah?” “The correct answer to that was kiss me again.”
