My fingers gripped his sweaty T-shirt. I kept kissingEagan until he groaned softly in his sleep.“I love you,” I murmured against his lips.I moved away from him. I forced myself to stand, Igrabbed my guitar case and I left.On the bus, I kept licking my lips; I tasted him, the saltof his sweat, and a hint of cinnamon.

Amica mia. Amore mio. Mio respiro.

Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.

We kissed and murmured impossible promises.