“This will complicate things, Molly.” “I’m not afraid of complicated.” He smiled and brought his hand to my cheek. “I’m not, either.” And then Silas’s lips were on mine and his hand was at the back of my head and all the fantasies I’d ever had about a first kiss were forced to bow to my present reality, because this man kissed the same way he drove. The same way he threw a dart. The same way he passed a bar exam while working full-time with the forgotten youth in his community. Like a perfectionist with something to prove.
