Mark's never met anyone so beautiful, so... arresting. He can't look away from her, when she moves, smiles, talks. She's amazing, entrancing, and she makes him feel simple, young, unpolished. And God, he wants her.
She runs her fingernails over his palm, frowning at it like she can read the lines. She looks so intent, he almost believes she can. "Mark?"
"Hmm?"
"What would you do if I kissed you?"
"What?"
She does, and it's hot and fierce and sweet, and he can see a vision of the end flashing behind his eyelids, like the detonation of an atomic bomb.