She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.
No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
Janie: So you're a double agent? Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.
And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.