We did not say much as our lives changed forever. Leaning forward, I kissed him again, this time without any doubt. I was not kissing him to reassure him, or to make him feel better; I was kissing him because I wanted to kiss him, and, to judge by his response, he had no objections to being kissed.
I pulled back again, with my heart hammering within me and my eyes wide open. I touched my lips with my fingers, and then touched his. 'Charles,' I said, and stopped. I did not know what I felt, yet alone what I should say.
He nodded. 'Yes,' he said.
'What is this?' I asked.
He shook his head and shrugged like a Frenchman. 'I don't know.'
I think we both knew. I also think we were reluctant to admit what we thought and how we felt. All around us the mist continued to swirl, blocking out the
