"Then tell me to leave. Say it — and I'll walk out to the altar."
The wedding march began playing somewhere behind the wall.
He stepped toward me. I stepped back and hit the wall.
"Kiss me," he whispered. "Just once. So I know this isn't all in my head."
I kissed him.
One kiss that lasted an eternity. His hands in my hair, mine on his chest. The taste of forbidden on my lips.
When we pulled apart, I was crying.
"Go," I said. "Go and marry her."