I had convinced myself that I was seeking closure, a tidy end to a messy past, but as Hemi pulls me into his arms, it doesn’t feel like closure. It feels like a beginning, and I’m suddenly reminded of another kiss, one that happened a lifetime ago, on a rainy day in a stable. That had been a beginning too. Hemi smiles, as if reading my thoughts, then pulls me into the circle of his arms. This is what it’s supposed to be like, I think as his mouth closes over mine. This. This. This.
