Winnie hooks a finger into Jay’s hoodie and yanks him against her. Then she rolls onto her toes and brings her lips to his. It’s both exactly like she remembers from when he kissed her in the snow four years ago … and also nothing like that at all. The same explosion rocks in her stomach, in her chest, in her brain, but now she is older. Jay is older. They are adult bodies flush against each other, and the kiss isn’t ending after a single Mississippi surrounded by snow.
