His face inched closer, so tensely slow, as if he left each second as a chance for her to object. She didn’t. She couldn’t. Every impulse and instinct within her longed to close that distance. When she couldn’t stand the growing need any longer, Faythe closed her eyes and made the last move to push up on her toes and meet him. Then the sun and moon collided. A ray of the brightest light flared in her mind, shooting to her chest and bursting with a warmth so pure and safe. Faythe arched her back with a need to be impossibly closer, a want for this moment to be suspended in time. She felt
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