After the Kiss

He kissed her under the setting sun, right there for the world to see, and Julie’s heart soared with the perfection of the moment.

Now this was a story worth telling.

Julie swallowed. Took a breath. Took a risk. “I love you.”

His eyes went bright and fierce. “You’d better. Because I love you so damn much.”

“Forever?” she asked.

“Forever.

Love simply was. Love was Julie.

Sign he wants to take things to the next level: he rejects his rich ex-girlfriend to make you come in the shadows of the Metropolitan Opera House.

She might be able to identify the different types of kisses, but Mitchell had mastered them. He’d taken everything she’d ever experienced, picked out the best parts, and delivered them perfectly.

Kissing Mitchell was so right and so unnervingly familiar that she almost pulled back. The sheer rightness of it felt wrong. She didn’t even know him.

So he did the only other thing he could think of that would catch her off guard.

He kissed her.

Love is not a game, ladies. Treat it like one, and you’re bound to lose.

Everyone talks about the rewards of finding that one person. Nobody warns you about the pain of losing him.

It would have been easy to hate her, but Grace was so damned good that you couldn’t help but keep her close in hopes some of her perfection would rub off on you.