Bea’s breath was shallow. “And now?” “Now I think the only indefensible action would be to let you go.” Then his hands were in her hair and he was kissing her, a hard, fast release and there was nothing false about it, nothing pretend and nothing safe, swirling laughter and panic and comfort and free fall and every, every second captured on the whirring cameras, their bodies warm and intertwined against the chill spring air. It felt like terror. It felt like freedom. It felt like the beginning.