“He tilted my face up. Slowly. Like he was adjusting a camera angle, looking for the light. His eyes moved from my eyes to my mouth and stayed there, and the pause — the two seconds between looking and kissing — was the longest two seconds of my life. Everything concentrated into that gap. My heartbeat in my temples. The cold stone under my thighs. His warm hand on my face. The violin. The city. The fact that no one in the world knew this was happening.”