We kiss in the cold. There’s nothing frigid about the connection within the wicked wind and icy temperature around our connected bodies. It’s the coldest moment I have ever shared with a man. Yet…it’s the hottest and warmest and most scalding few seconds in the history of man. An inferno. Boiling hot. A kiss that melts the snow and ice in the night. A kiss you only see in dramatic-romantic movies that win Academy Awards. A kiss that only happens in best-selling novels by Elin Hildebrand or JoJo Myers. A kiss that you dream of in old age, recalling youth, misplaced memories, and lost days.
When the kiss ends, he says, “The guests are leaving. I heard the front door squeaking open and closed. We should go and say goodbye to everyone. It’s only kind.”
What is kind? The way he holds me on th
