Reesa had been kissed in the name of romance before. Her high school boyfriend, a creative kindred spirit whom she’d parted from on good terms, provided pleasing pecks. A significant time after, Ethan gave kisses marked by an earnest charm, but these warped with sloppy aggressiveness near the relationship’s end. She forgot both with Myko.
If the song that soothed her most could touch, it would’ve been in his kiss. She was swept up by the sensation, by the fullness of everything they shared, and it was freeing. For once, she had no inkling to look forward, and no temptation to look back. Everything at present felt right. Everything between them spelled joy.
She’d soon mourn for this sliver of bliss.
***
“Do you realize Harper’s moved all their things to Coralina’s?” Myko asked as he and Reesa walked the streets of Riomaggiore.
She chuckled. “Yes, I know.”
“My cousin said it’s a sleepover, but naturally, there’s a limited guest list.”
“No surprise there.”