QUOTE : And that’s when I realize how tired I am, of lies and omissions and half-truths. I put Wes in danger, but he’s still here—and if he’s willing to brave this chaos with me, then he deserves to know what I know. And I’m about to speak, about to tell him that, tell him everything, when he brings his hand to the back of my neck, pulls me forward, and kisses me. <br /><br />The noise floods in. I don’t push back, don’t block it out, and for one moment, all I can think is that he tastes like summer rain. <br /><br />His lips linger on mine, urgent and warm. <br /><br />Lasting.