Anna's POV
I wake up before my alarm with the memory of his mouth still on mine.
For a few seconds, in the grey light, before the rest of it comes back, there's only the kiss. The way the whole world dropped away the instant his lips touched mine. The way his hands came up to my face like I was something breakable and precious at once, careful and desperate, a boy holding the one thing he'd told himself he couldn't have. The way he shook. I felt it go through him, the moment he stopped holding on to whatever he holds on to so tightly, the moment he let himself just want me back. I have never in my life been kissed like that. I have never been anything like that to anyone, the center of the whole world, the only real thing in it, and for the length of that kiss I was, and I know I was, be
