“Pull your shirt up over your mouth,” he told Wylan. “What?” “Stop being dense. You’re cuter when you’re smart.” Wylan’s cheeks went pink. He scowled and pulled his collar up.
“Nina might not be able to put you back, you know. Not without another dose of parem. You could be stuck like this.” “Why does it matter?” “I don’t know!” Jesper said angrily. “Maybe I liked your stupid face.”
jesper’s mind emptied. he wasn’t thinking of what had happened before or what might happen next. there was only the reality of wylan’s mouth, the press of his lips, then the fine bones of his neck, the silky feel of his curls as jesper cupped his nape and drew him nearer. this was the kiss he’d been waiting for. it was a gunshot. it was prairie fire. it was the spin of makker’s wheel. jesper felt the pounding of his heart — or was it wylan’s? — like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, oh.
