"I think we can," Samir breathed back. That was what all the stories Emery loved said so, although he never took as much credit in them. He just felt that way now and Emery tended to be right too. So why hold back? Too lost in the moment to question himself, Samir continued leaning forward until their lips nearly touched, breaths ghosting together and making him shiver. At the last second though, Samir turned his head, kissing Emery on the cheek instead. His dark skin flushed, but he kept hold of Emery's hand, squeezing tight. "Ah, is this what it means to be soulmates? I'm not sure what I'm really doing..."