“If you are gonna kiss, warn me first, so I can look the other way,” Christina said. “We are,” Tris responded. And they did. Tobias laid a hand against her cheek to hold her in place, before leaning in, making sure to feel all the places that their lips touched and those where there was still space. And in the seconds after the kiss he simply enjoyed the air between them and their interwined breaths— and Tris’ nosetip, that briefiy touched his. Tobias was gonna say something but thought that the moment was too intimiate, and just decided he didn’t care. “Right now I wish we were alone, he said to Tris, before backing off towards the door. She smiled: “That’s how I feel almost all the time.” The last thing Tobias saw before leaving and closing the door, was Christina who pretended to puke.