She closed her eyes and licked her lips. When Christopher’s warm hand cupped against her face, she couldn’t think of anything else. His touch was so soothing, so familiar. When his lips touched hers, the kiss that melted all the tension and space they’d put between them. She pursed her lips and her chest rose when she remembered the moment he deepened the kiss, the pressure of his hand against the back of her head while she laid her hand on his chest and felt the same wild thump of his heart. How could one kiss be so sweet, alluring, and passionate? Regardless, she shouldn’t have kissed him back, and she certainly shouldn’t have pushed him away and made her declaration of having a boyfriend; a boyfriend whom she remembered only when she racked her brain for a justification for pushing Christopher away. For the first few minutes after that, they strolled along in a rather awkward silence. Thankfully, they had always been comfortable with silence and with each other. She stepped back from the glass when she heard the click of a door’s lock.
