The kiss ended, but they did not move apart.
"You transferred."
"I transferred."
"You didn't tell me."
"It was supposed to be a surprise."
'Best surprise of my entire life.'
He kissed her again. It was shorter this time, less desperate. It was a confirmation.
"My books."
"They're fine. They're history books. They've seen worse."
He laughed and finally stepped back, bending to pick up the scattered texts. She knelt to help him, their hands brushing as they both reached for the same worn paperback on Thucydides. The contact was a simple, solid fact.
"So the east coast…"
"Was great. And cold. And very, very far away from everyone I actually wanted to be around."
"You could have said something."
"And what? Have you all wait for me? No. I had to do it on my own."
'She's so stubborn. And I love it.'
