Her hands fist the back of my shirt. Clinging. This isn’t a quick two-second peck. We make out on her parents’ front lawn in an endless, hot, heart-pumping moment. I don’t want time to stop with Luna. I want to live each second, each minute, each perfect hour—so we’re all over each other’s timelines. I’ve lifted her up in a front piggyback, my hands on her ass, and her legs are wrapped around me. Deep, hungry kisses.
