I kiss Chad right then. He doesn’t move, but I feel the electric current surging through us just by our lips at last meeting for the first time since he arrived. We were both waiting for it. We were both wanting it. We were both scared of it. He brings a hand to my face and caresses my cheek. Our lips separate. Our faces stay together, foreheads touching, breath gently sweeping over our cheeks. “I can’t help it, Lance,” he breathes. “No matter how hard I try to deny it, my thoughts always come back to you. I was able to handle bein’ alone all
