“Noah.” I can barely breathe. “What are you doing here?” He takes a step toward me. Still ten agonizing feet away. He looks so beautiful, squinting in the sunlight, shading his face with one hand. “I forgot to tell you where to buy BD’s souvenir,” he says. “So I figured I’d come show you.” I drop my helmet, my keys, my purse. I run toward Noah and jump. He catches me in his arms. He holds me close. Our faces tip toward each other, our lips on the verge of what my body is screaming would become the most spectacular kiss of all time, including the Etruscan period.
