And then he lifts me, suddenly, up around his waist, kissing me. This still feels new. “Two more years,” he says lowly. He walks with me like this, kissing me down the hallway. “Maybe more…” I cling to him, clutching his arms. “Like twelve.” “Or forever,” he breathes, parting my lips with his tongue. I inhale into the kiss, our bodies melded together.
