“Caught, she stood where she was. He only hesitated a moment and then moved toward her. It was like a dream: dust floating, a guitar wailing, cool air caressing. In three easy strides, he was in front of her. In four, his arms reached out and encircled her waist with one hand and her face with the other. Testing, his thumb ran lightly over her bottom lip, and then he brushed her mouth with his.
“You are real.” His voice was husky in her ear. Her breath caught just before his lips sealed hers.”