"Forrest—" She wanted to be angry with him but found that she just couldn't. This was precisely what she needed as well— to see him, to feel his presence, to inhale his scent. They hadn't seen each other since yesterday and it had been torture.
"Kiss me, will you?" he whispered. "I swear I will not take a peek. I can wait to see you because your face is always in my mind, but I need to—"
She leaned in and stood on her tiptoes to touch his lips, brushing them softly with hers, ready to pull away when his arms encircled her, deepening the kiss. The world around them faded until they couldn't breathe anymore.
"I still can't believe you are real—" He exhaled as they finally broke the kiss.
"You'd better believe it." She outlined his sharp cheekbone with her fingertip, admiring her handsome
