[She couldn't look away from him even if she wanted to...and she doesn't. She really doesn't, because the body remembers. Oh boy, does it remember.
The memory isn't in her head, but it's everywhere else. She can feel that night again, reality weighing her down like lead. She can feel before that, floating on a glittering cloud, held aloft by strong arms and basking in the glow of his eyes, his smile...she can feel his voice in her core, saying those words first, she can feel those words in every fiber of her being.
Like Lydia is her best friend, this reality is manifesting in her marrow. It's moving through her blood and rewriting her cells, this knowledge is changing her and she'll never be able to go back to the way things were before.
Because I love you...my first love, the one I'll always love...I love you, Scott--Scott McCall...
Her eyes film over with tears as she looks into his...because she doesn't remember him, but fucking Christ, she knows him.
And so her free hand shoots up, curls around his nape, and drags him forward to close the space so she can fuse her mouth to his in a desperate, hungry kiss.
There's no electricity. No bells, no rockets--just a soul-crushing, breath stealing, victorious sense of Finally, yes, what took so long.]