The kiss wasn't rushed, or forced. It was simply filled with a certainty that silenced the air around them.
When he pulled away, his lips barely an inch from hers, his breath was warm and slow when he parted his lips. "Go. Consider all the days you have left to spend here would be peaceful and stress free." he said gently.
Celeste blinked, breath caught, lips tingling.
She stepped back, her face a picture of stunned affection, but she didn't turn yet. Her hand slid up to his chest and rested there for just a beat longer.
The whispers around them rose to a murmur. She could hear her name. The whole buzz with the media was becoming funny to her. She won't let the opinion of people who don't know her dictate her life.
He remained still, and composed. His arm dropped back to his side, as his fingers brushed her wrist before letting go.
He clenched his fist not wanting to let go.
