“Sawyer nodded, his eyes sweeping over my face. Then he abruptly took my face in his hands and kissed me. Hard. A kiss I felt in every part of me, like a sudden rush of electricity, surging through me and leaving me breathless. He kept his forehead to mine after he broke apart, his own breath coming hard. “A tornado, Darlene,” he whispered. “I’m swept up.” Then he pulled away, shouldered his bag, and got on the bus.”
