She nodded, and I began to think about what she asked me earlier. Do you have any siblings? Do you love your mom? Are you going to steal me away into the night, so I never see my friends or family again? How old were you when you had your first kiss? Do you think this is crazy? “I have a sister. My mom is the best woman I’ve ever known. I have no intentions of kidnapping you, sunshine. I was sixteen when I had my first kiss, but it was awful, so I think it shouldn’t count. And yes,” I concluded, leaning in closer to her, lips almost at the crown of her head. “I do think this is crazy.”
