lashes lowered, his ears bright red, Eojin ducked his head and pressed a soft kiss against my cheek. “There is only you.” His words caressed me, winding themselves around my soul. “There will only ever be you. I promise, Hyeon-ah.” Tiptoeing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, the book I held dangled against his back as I found his lips. He seemed stunned at first, then he smiled against my kiss, and I could hear his thoughts: You always surprise me. I smiled, too. I know.
