There was nothing that said good bye about that kiss. No. The slow, deep, toe curling kiss screamed I don't care about all of that. Screamed that he'd be there for a while. No bags were packed. There was no zero hour. It both broke her heart, and warmed it at the same time.
Instead of battling to show her own feelings, Maryanne simply let his kiss, the words that went unspoken with it, wash over her. Returning them, of course, slow, gently. Her hand settling over his heart. The words she was so afraid to speak, traced by her fingertip just over it. It was soon, but she'd already typed it. Without hesitation. Without hours of analyzation. It had simply come out. As if there had been no filter between her brain and fingers. It was scary, and thrilling all at the same time.