The kiss lingered. Everywhere I went, it was there—tickling, teasing, reminding me of the sacred moment in the car, the look in Luke's eyes, the way it had come about unannounced and unprecedented—I couldn't go to class or say anything without smiling, Rachael pointed out, but then decided to leave matters at that. She didn't press me, which was fortunate, considering the fact that I would have had no idea how to explain myself if she had.
I had kissed Luke before; none of this was new. But, somehow, this felt different. Especially after the past few days, with the mention of our relationship becoming something more, the memories of the crash and the hospital—everything felt different.
But what was the most shocking and different part of it all was the fact that he hadn't apologize
