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“I’m not sure if I’m lost in the memories of that one night in our past or if I wish tonight were a first.”

“I’m not sure, either, Noah,” Ava said. “But we can’t relive the past, can we? Nor should we automatically believe that the past determines the future.”

“Everything about that night is coming back to me, Ava,” Noah whispered.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t read too much into one simple kiss.”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But I would hardly call the one I just experienced ‘simple.’ I’m not sorry at all that you and I met once before, or that you and I found each other again...”