He rushed over to me, a smile spread from ear to ear. Fye took my face in his strong hands, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine. It was soft and smooth, like honey. As he pulled away, his cheek brushed mine. "You're not dead," he said, breathlessly. I smiled, reached up, and kissed him. Oh. My. God. I am kissing Fye. #JustWriteIt