Eric still feels her soft and delicate hand on his cheek. He still feels the way her pink lips brush his cheek, lingering for just a moment. The way a wisp of breath chills his body as it storms onto his neck.

Eric still feels. He still feels everything. Even after it has long gone passed. Even after so much they’ve gone through together. That one, small kiss, the tiniest of them will always be his favorite. It was the first time she kissed him. It may not have been overly romantic; it may not have been passionate. But it was theirs. It was their kiss.

And it certainly wouldn’t be their last. And Eric smiles at that.