Betty's POV. 

A wild, reckless impulse seized me, maybe it was the exhaustion, or the emotion of the day, or the way he was looking at me like I was something precious.

I rose on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

He froze for half a heartbeat, then melted into the kiss, 

His hand slid into my hair, careful of my shoulder as he pulled me closer. 

It was soft and sweet and over far too quickly, but when I pulled back, his eyes were wide with wonder.

"There," I whispered, my cheeks ...