“What are you really studying?"
He leans back to look at her. "The statistical probability of love at first sight."
"Very funny," she says. "What is it really?"
"I'm serious."
"I don't believe you."
He
laughs, then lowers his mouth so that it's close to her ear. "People
who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely too fall for
each other than people who meet anywhere else.”
“I can't believe you're here," she says, her voice soft. "I can't believe you found me."
"You
found me first," he says, and when he leans to kiss her, it's slow and
sweet and she knows that this will be the one she always remembers.
Because while the other two kisses felt like endings, this one is
unquestionably a beginning.”