Ashton took me aback. He pressed his lips to mine. They were soft and warm. I felt his tongue brushing on my lips. Then he moved slightly away. Now only our foreheads touch. I bit my lips and rested my hands on his shoulders. He placed his right hand on my lap while the other cupped my face.
“Sometimes, I wish you had not been born 12 years later. But then again, I wonder how our paths would have crossed if that was the case.” He took a deep breath. “Would you be my neighbor? A classmate from high school? A colleague at work?”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “If we were born in about the same year, would I treasure you as much as I do now?” He grabbed my hand and brought them to his lips. “In the end, I can only be thankful that, no matter how late, our paths have crossed. And I wish to
