He strides toward me, his eye on his target; he’s homed in, and his look is stern with intent. He marches toward me without breaking eye contact, not stopping to look at the people beside him, trying to get his attention. Just me. He’s moving fast; he doesn’t hesitate. Two more strides, and he’s with me, his hands on my face, cupping my jaw, pulling me forward hard as his mouth molds to mine.  

The power of his kiss makes me melt, and I grab onto his arms for support, so my ...