Before We Were US
Before I could think better of it, I leaned forward, closing the distance until my forehead rested against his.
His breath caught.
“You’re so wrong,” I whispered.
I could feel his breath warm against my lips, my own heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and mine did the same. And suddenly, the hospital room faded, replaced by the rush of the bonfire, the memory of that kiss, and the terrifying way everything had changed after.