“I tipped my chin up and kissed him, gently. He responded by wrapping an arm across my back and lifting me into him, strong and warm and certain.
It took a while for us to break apart.
“We pass through the currentstream today,” I said. “Will you come with me?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed,” he said, “I’ll pretty much go with you anywhere.”
He tapped my nose with a gray-stained finger, leaving a mark that even I could see out of the corner of my eye.
“Did you just stain my nose right before I have to go out in public?”
He grinned, and nodded.
“I hate you,” I said.
“And I love you,” he replied.”
―
Veronica Roth,
The Fates Divide