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or was it her?
    A moment later the porch light came on, the front door opened and I saw her. She was dressed in the same gray pants and shirt she always wore, but something about her was more radiant than ever.
    I think it was the moonlight.
    Or maybe it was simply the thrill of seeing her at this hour of the night.
    And the adrenaline of knowing she might not be alone.
    I waited for recognition to register on her face. It felt like an eternity. A million raindrops pelted me in the space between.
    And then, I saw it.
    The smile.
    The knowing.
    The remembering.
    I ran to her. I sprinted across those twenty final steps until I was painfully close. Until she was all I could see. All I could smell.
    She surprised me when she reached out and touched my rain-soaked face, catching one of the rivulets on her fingertip and studying it as though it contained every answer to every question in the world.
    “Do you know what a kiss is?” I asked, breathless from the running, breathless from the waiting.
    From being so near her.
    She lowered her hand and looked at me, that same curious tilt to her head that accompanied all the new words and ideas that I’d brought her over the last few months.
    “Kiss,” she repeated, rolling it over in her mind, trying to find a matching definition. I had a suspicion she wouldn’t find one.
    “No,” she finally concluded. “Will you define it for me?”
    “No,” I said adamantly, shaking my head.
    My answer confused her. I’ve always provided her with definitions whenever she asked for them. She opened her mouth to speak—to protest—but I didn’t let her.
    “I will show you,” I vowed.
    I placed my wet, trembling hands on her warm cheeks and guided her lips to mine. I half expected her to fight, to pull away, and I was ready to release her the second I felt any opposition.
    But she didn’t fight.
    She didn’t pull away.
    She let herself be drawn to me.
    Our mouths met and her body shuddered at the collision. At the shock. But it quickly melted away and she softened beneath my lips. She gave in to me. Welcomed me to her.
    Kissing Seraphina was more than anything I could have ever imagined. I’d always pictured fireworks. Music. An explosion of sights and sounds.
    But there was none of that.
    It was better.
    It was as though the world simply went to sleep. Slipped away over a horizon and left us completely alone. Even though I knew this place wasn’t safe for either of us, even though I knew this memory would be stolen from her like every other memory, in that moment, I felt like I could protect her from anything.
    And yet, I felt like there was nothing left to protect her from.
    We were safe.
    If only for a fleeting instant.
    Her lips were warm and they started to move with mine. They started to reach for mine. Hunger for mine. It wasn’t something I could ever teach her or define for her or point to in a book.
    It was something she just instinctively knew.
    Perhaps something we all know.
    Rainwater tangled between our lips, and I deepened into her. Her arms wrapped around me, pressing our bodies tightly together, sending shivers between us. The kiss—which had started out soft and tentative and testing—had grown stronger. More urgent.
    More everything.
    I didn’t ever want to stop. I didn’t ever want to pull away. But I wanted to make certain she was okay. I wanted to read her expression and know that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
    When I reluctantly broke away, her purple eyes were ablaze. Her face was flushed. Her hair was tousled and drenched. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been twisting my fingers in it.
    “Kiss,” she repeated, this time with more of an appreciation than a curiosity. A smile danced on her lips, which I longed to kiss again.
    Kiss forever.
    “Yes,” I replied, my breathing still heavy.
    “I like it,” she decided.
    “I love you.” The words came out of my mouth before I could think about them. Before I could stop them. But as soon as I’d