His hand touched the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I was kissing the sound of applause, the smell of a new fire on a frigid winter morning, the warmth of the summer sun. We became vines entwined about one another for a season, we were the sun and moon dancing in the same blue sky. It was everything I had never imagined, and nothing less than I had ever dared dream. Kissing Wilhelm was magic and more.
