By way of reply, Bonny kissed him. And Valentine wondered when he was going to get used to kissing. If it would ever feel like an ordinary thing, as it seemingly did, or could, to others. But he wasn’t sure he wanted that either. There was too much magic here, and he had never allowed his life to admit the possibility of magic before. Had never felt its lack. Or, if he had, convinced himself he was not made for magic.
