Nick opened the door and I kissed
him.
After Valetta had left, I waited
until the lights went out in all of the windows except Nick’s. He never went to
sleep with everyone else, and thus was the reason he often slept until the end
of breakfast. His timing was impeccable in that sense; he always managed to
arrive just before they cleared away all the food.
“What’s this?” he asked when I
stepped back from him. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and my heart
pounding; my brain, for once, was not thinking about tomorrow.
“I don’t need any more time.”
The smile on his face was invitation
enough. He wrapped strong arms around me as I closed the gap between us.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said, kissing him to
stop any further conversation.
As we kissed under the new moon, I
could have sworn someone was watching us. Someone depressed and disappointed,
but I blocked it out, feeling confident I was doing what was best.
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