“What?" I asked him. "What are you afraid of?" I thought he wasn't going to answer. Maybe I'd pushed him too far. "Myself," he said. I searched his face. "You're not frightening," I said. He turned towards me and lifted a hand to my cheek. His lips were warm when he kissed me. The joy of it ran all the way down my spine.” RomanceKissFears Book:The Summer of No Regrets Source: The Summer of No Regrets