“Collins!” he shouts over the sound of the siren. “We have to get out of here!”

“Where’s Danielle?” I ask, expecting her to come around the corner behind him.

“She went outside,” he says. “I came up here to find you. Ava said you went back to the fifth floor. There’s a fire!” He lunges forward to grab my hand, like he’ll be able to pull me to safety.

“It’s okay!” I shout back. I let him take my hand and I link our fingers together. “There’s no fire!”

“What?” he asks, and I’m not sure if he can’t hear me or if he’s just confused about what I said.

“There’s no fire!” I repeat. “I pulled the alarm.”

He’s still running down the hallway toward the back stairwell, pulling me along behind him. And then he stops suddenly and I crash into his back.

“You pulled the alarm? Why the hell would you p—”

“You came back for me,” I interrupt.

“Of course I came back for you,” he says.

And then before he can finish, before I can think it through, I kiss him. It must catch him off guard because it takes about three seconds before he reacts, but then he kisses me back, pulling me tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. The sirens must still be wailing but I can’t hear them because all I can hear is the heavy thudding of my heart. I take a few steps forward, pushing him until his back hits the wall, and then I press him into it. He brings a hand up into my hair and pulls me closer. We kiss for what feels like forever, and I don’t mind, because I could probably keep on kissing him for the rest of my life. When we have to part for air, I pull back and see his eyes flutter open.

“What are you doing?” he asks. Our faces are so close together now that we don’t have to shout anymore. I can hear him over the alarm, can feel his lips brush against mine as he asks the question. “Why did you pull the alarm?”

“I needed to find you,” I say, tightening my hold around his waist, like now that I have him, I won’t let him go. “I’ve been looking for you.”

He grins and I feel his smile against mine. “That’s my line.”

“I know,” I say. “But it’s true. I was with Dean and—”

At the sound of Dean’s name, Andrew’s head jerks up and away from me, looking in both directions down the hallway. “Did he hurt you? Where is he?”