I pause, reaching down to press a kiss against her forehead. “I’m so sorry for being a dick, Ava.” “No, I’m sorry,” she says hoarsely. “I didn’t want to leave. I just…” “I know,” I tell her. Our faces touch then, and we gently nuzzle against each other. Her lips find mine, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and she presses her mouth against mine. Gingerly at first, but then searching and deeper. More hungry and passionate.
