Chapter 20

Who knew kissing could be so wonderful?

“What happens now?” I ask.

He slides his hands lower on my back, resting them right above the waistline of my jeans. He lifts his head so he can kiss me on the lips, the corner of my mouth. My cheek. My jaw.

When he lies back down, he says, “We have dinner. Cuddle some more. Decide when to see each other next. When you’re about to head home, I kiss you until your toes curl and there’s no risk of you forgetting me or changing your mind. You text me when you get home, maybe even send a picture of yourself so I have something to look at as I fall asleep. I dream of you, and I can’t wait another second to talk to you when I wake up, so I call. You talk even less early in the morning, but you’re happy I called. And we both agree we can’t wait to see each other so we meet the momentwe’re both off work and youkiss meuntil mytoes curl. And then we live happily ever after.”