This, she thought, was the moment.  "You were," she said and leaned forward to kiss him.  The rush was still there.  He soared through her as a cold wind cleaning all the cobwebs out, and she didn't even realize he'd dropped the flower and pulled her tightly against him until his fingers were digging into her back.  He held on like a man afraid to fall.  She was the cliff and he could only see the pounding waves below them.  He could only see the rocks that broke the water up, and she wanted to tell him not to worry.  Together, surely, they could fly.