"The space closed between us. My vision filled with blue; my eyes closed.
His lips brushed over mine.
I don't know how long of a time we spent that way. Time, at some point, became inconsequential. Time wasn't Rafael; time didn't matter. Only Rafael mattered. Only Rafael possessed my thoughts, my every pounding pulse, euphoric and bittersweet, illogical and wonderful. For that moment, devoid of time, even I didn't exist, except for the part of me that was touching Rafael, kissing Rafael, the part of me that couldn't tell where Rafael ended and I began."