The sound of his voice is like a gift from God and my previously absent heart magically reappears and starts racing. “This isn’t real,” I cry, trying to reassure myself. “You aren’t real.”
Damien gets up, walks down the aisle and sits next to me. “Don’t you remember, my silly beautiful girl?”
I reach out to touch him and feel the warmth from his skin beneath my fingertips. “Damien,” I gasp and pull his lips to mine. They feel hot and wet and his sweet, sweet breath wafts into my mouth. “You’re here!” I can’t help but cry as I plant kisses all over his face.
“You sure you’re okay?” The bus driver says again.
I ignore him and continue assaulting Damien with my kisses. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Of course I’m here,” he tells me. “Don’t you remember what I said?” We gaze into each others eyes and he touches my cheek. “I said that I’d follow you anywhere.”