"Me neither," Ray said and he found that it was the truth. He didn't trust it, he knew that some day, this would all backfire somehow; but he still didn't care. What he cared about was the way Violet's breath felt as he touched his lips to hers.
Jesus, he wanted to ask questions, but he didn't want to jinx whatever the fuck was wrong or right about this place to make her alive again. "Is it possible," he exhaled, his thumb against the line of Violet's petite jaw. He licked his lips. "No, how is it possible that I feel this way and I've barely even met you?"