She smiled at him again, then reached up and took his face in her hands. Gently she kissed him as she had in the street next to the basilica that night, allowing the warmth of her lips to linger on his a moment. Then she stepped back and let her eyes wander over his face.
'I was afraid I would never get the chance to do that again,' she said softly.
'So was I.'
--Destiny, by Elizabeth Haydon