Meet Me at Midnight

Epilogue

THE NEXT SUMMER

Sidney

“How much do you hate me right now?”

“Okay, how much do you like me right now?”

He raises his eyebrows at me and I know what he wants.

I smile, and lean down to his ear, resting my face there when I do. “How much do you love me right now?” I don’t mean for it to be a whisper, but out in the dark it’s hard to do anything but.

He looks at me and smiles. “It’s hard to quantify.”

“Try.”

He turns his face from the sky to me. “More than all of the stars…” His lips touch mine, gently and quickly; it’s not our first kiss or our hundredth, and it’s certainly not our last. “And then some.”