White Is for Magic

We sit there, our eyes locked on one another, for several seconds. I know in my heart we're both thinking the same thing. Jacob leans forward over the candle, the shadow of the flame dancing against his bottom lip. I lean forward to meet him as well. It's a kiss full of promise, of trust, and of all that is magic.

If I told you, you'd only know it in your mind, not in your heart. There's a big difference.

it's a kiss full of promise, of trust and of all that is magic.