“Are you okay?” she asks, lifting a shaky hand to press her palm against my chest. “They interrupted our kiss.” She nods. “They did, but I don’t think the kiss makes it official. We still have the license, so—” “Better safe than sorry.” I curl my hand around the back of her neck, stopping her words at once. Her eyes widen and her lips part. Her body goes fluid in my arms, and I lean forward.
