They'd kissed before, once, but it hadn't counted. She'd been distracting him in order to steal the ice cream he'd been holding above her head, it'd barely been a peck, though still enough to keep Duncan awake at night.
This was better. This was better than any kiss he'd ever had--the fireworks again, amazing what a difference that made. He hadn't imagined details like her mouth still being salty from crying, or himself having chapped lips, but they made it real.
He broke off with a small groan and rested his head against her forehead. "Fuck, if you are going to change your mind, can you do it now before I get addicted to this, please?" He was still holding her hands and squeezed them hard to make it very clear he did not want her to change her mind.