Chapter 39

After I kissed him, once our tongues had explored each other’s mouths, tasting each other for the first time in too many years, Angel spoke with ragged breath. “I see stars,” he said.

“Me too.” The window frame was outlined in them, stars that flashed on and off in different colors. “I thought about that sometimes. I’d look up, wonder where you were, and think ‘Wherever he is, we’re seeing the same stars.’”

“I did it, too. I swear.”

That required more kissing.

“Oh. And I brought this.” He pulled a busted-up sprig from his pocket. “The mistletoe from the top of gift ten. It didn’t travel well in my pants.”

The wording Angel chose made me horny. The mistletoe made me kiss him again.

“You sealed it with a kiss.”

“You noticed.”

“I did,” Angel said. “Too bad it’s not raining.”

“I could turn on the sprinklers.”

“We’d freeze.”

“So, tell me…” One more kiss, and then I finished the thought. “When did you figure it all out? Yesterday? A few days in?”