His lips were only on my skin for a few seconds, but the effect was lingering; their touch left behind a searing heat that traveled from my knuckles to the pit of my stomach.

Flustered, I quickly pulled my hand away, mumbling something about the last meteor shower I'd seen, which involved pina coladas, a deserted beach and a missing bikini.

Edward was clearly amused. He threw his head back and laughed—really laughed.

Which it turn, made me laugh.

Really laugh—for the first time in ages.

It was nice.

It was more than nice.

It was a miracle.