The walk back from the old bridge felt different. The air between Gabriel and Samara crackled with electricity. Their hands brushed more often now, fingers lingering every time they touched. Neither of them said much, but the silence was heavy with everything that had just happened, that deep, passionate kiss on the bridge still burning on their lips.

When they reached their building, Samara stopped at her door and turned to him. Her cheeks were still flushed, eyes bright in the soft porch light.