Ethan
I could still feel that kiss, and the worst part was that hours had passed… hours and hours.
And I kept thinking about it, about the way Clara had circled the desk, how she had lifted my face… how she had looked at me, and how her lips had found mine.
It hadn't been a passionate kiss, it hadn't been long… But for me, it had meant more than anything else, because it had been her, because it had been her decision… Because for the first time since the accident, I didn't feel like I was trying to reach her; I felt like she was walking toward me too.
Even if it was a small step, it was still a step. And that was enough, more than enough.
That afternoon, we ended up reviewing the remodeling plans, then we had dinner together, then we looked at some pending documents, and for the firs
