Gently, he ran his fingers across her face, touching the soft skin of her cheek. It grew warm beneath him and Trent's lips were a wisp of a smile.
It had taken them so long to get to this point. Every time he had tried, she'd flinch away and he was grateful for their progress.
"I'm going to kiss you," he told her, his voice as low as a whisper.
She nodded and when he leaned forward, she leaned backward, just as their lips were to meet.
"Kira?" he asked, hurt.
She didn't say anything, but her expression said enough.
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"Trent..."
"Can't we start over?"
The pain in Trent's voice was audible, but there was nothing else Kira could say but what was already said.
"You hurt me, Trent. I just can't forget it. You nearly killed me, and the others..." Conner...
"I didn't mean it..."
"But it happened. It wasn't my fault, or yours. Blame Mesogog," she didn't notice Trent's flinch. "I can't just pretend it didn't happen. We aren't the same people we were when I got tongue tied in your presence that first day."
"Maybe we never were those people."
Kira didn't respond. She didn't have to.