Happiness sprouts through me as I bring my nose down to hers, hovering my mouth just above her lips. “I wondered if it was you,” she whispers. “I wondered if you were the one sending me the letters. Coming here tonight, I had to find out.” “And if it wasn’t me?” I ask. Her nose rubs against mine. “Then I would have gone to find you.” With that, her mouth presses against mine. Slowly at first, she waits for me to react, but when I do, when I part my lips, she reciprocates the kiss and steals my very soul for her own. Forever.
