Jon’s forehead was still pressed to Kara. His hand was still in her hair. Her lips still tingled from the kiss.
“I should…” she started. No idea how to finish that sentence. _I should go? I should stay? I should stop breathing like this is normal? Kara thought to herself.
“You should stay,” Jon said, like he’d heard her think it. He didn’t move back. “But you won’t. You have work at 9pm.”
Kara's phone buzzed in her hoodie pocket. Shift reminder. Five hours.
“Yeah,” she said. Quiet. “I do.”
Jon exhaled and finally pulled back. Just an inch. His eyes were clear. “You’re not leaving until you eat.”
Kara blinked. “What?”
“You came here at 3:55 PM. You haven’t eaten.” He stood, grabbed his phone off the island. “Nancy would kill me if I let you leave without food. She already thinks I’
