“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll end up doing something we swore we wouldn’t,” I murmured, my blood heating at the liquid brown of her eyes. “Maybe I’m starting to think differently about that promise,” she said quietly. “Maybe I’m thinking that life is too short and can be stolen so briefly. So why deny ourselves anything in the time we have?” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I considered that, considered her.
