After so many endings, they were the simplest part to remember. Beginnings got lost in the wash, the thrill forgotten or glossed over in favor of regret or rage. She couldn't mind that. Getting reminded all over again was kind of the good part.

Dropping back from the kiss - literally, her heels hitting the ground lightly - she smiled, the backs of her fingers tracing idly along his neck. "Confession's not really my strong suit."