[ She’s so close, and it’s painful. The urge to touch her cheek, tilt her face, and press his lips to hers, is stronger now than ever. It feels like the most natural thing. If she were any other girl, he knows he’d be overthinking it. He’d be wondering how far was too far, whether he should put his hands on her back or her shoulders, whether he could touch her hair. It’s not like that with Blue. Everything feels natural. Everything feels right, as if they’ve been here before and will be again.

What other girl could there ever be when he’s felt this for her? There is no comparison. You can’t see the stars when the sun fills your eyes. ]

That’s not all there is. There’s this.

[ His hand touches her back, moves gently along the line of her spine before settling at her waist. He lowers his head, and his cheek brushes against hers and then he lets his chin rest on her shoulder. He’s almost curved over her; she’s so small and he’s tall and square, and she fits in his arms like it’s where she belongs. The idea that he could be anywhere else, with anyone else, is ridiculous. He’s already hers. ]

I’d not give this up for all the kisses in the world. I don’t care about that. It’s you, Jane. You or no one.