* * * Hope’s POV * * *
The kiss.
The kiss.
The kiss.
I sit there with my eyes closed for what feels like hours. Every little hair is standing on end. My whole body feels alive, wanted and wanton. Heat gathers at the spot where our lips met, then disperses, touching every inch of me, even my toes. I breathe into it, loving the silent buzz that surrounds us, numbing any rational thought that might be urging me to stop.
I won’t.
I don’t want to hear it. Not now. Nothing else matters. Just. That. Kiss.
When I feel him leaving, when I know they’ve taken him from me, I stay there, kissing the air, still able to feel the energy we’ve created, thanks to the burning sensation on my lips. My body is relaxed, and I’m the happiest and most content I’ve felt in ages. Possibly ever. Who’d h
