“They kiss. Gentle and unsure at first, Sam shutting down the part of his mind telling him to stop. He feels Abbey shift, certain she’s about to pull away, but she doesn’t, and a few seconds later he feels her fingers at the nape of his neck – so light he could be imagining it – then the bloom of salted caramel as her tongue makes its way into his mouth. For a moment he thinks This could be enough.”
