Nothing existed when Darren kissed Farrah. The sky could fall, the sun could burn to dust, everything could disappear from existence.
He marveled at the way she kissed him, like she really enjoyed herself and couldn’t get enough of him. Which was perfect, because he absolutely couldn’t kiss her for long enough. He laid her down on the blanket and kissed her again and again, almost like he’d been starving without her touch these past few months.
He finally remembered his manners and pulled away. She tucked herself against his chest and they watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky.
He couldn’t believe he’d confessed that he loved her. But he wanted to tell her, wanted her to know the depth of his feelings now, so she wouldn’t run away later.
And she hadn’t run. She’d stayed. Stay
