The heart that truly loves never forgets.

After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar.

See you soon (but not soon enough).

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.