Wyll’s Gate
“Thank you for sharing this moment with me,” Wyll said. “It’s bittersweet, but I sometimes think the best moments are. It makes them feel more… immediate. But you’ve also taken a sad, lonely night and made it intensely memorable. I owe you for that.”
I looked up at him and opened my mouth to reply, but froze. Words stuck in my throat.
“What is it?” he asked, dropping to his knees in front of me, eyes on mine.
I reached out and traced a finger, ever so lightly, down the side of his face. He closed his eyes, a slight shiver running through his body.
“I was just thinking,” I said, my voice hoarse, “how much I wanted to kiss you.”