kostos

He’s right, Car. I am afraid. There’s a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don’t understand why. Maybe that’s what strikes me most about Kostas: that despite everything he’s suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I’ve never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love… while I, who have lost nothing, am not.
—  Lena, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Movie)
‘I’ve dreamed about you all day,’ she told him.
‘I’ve dreamed about you for a year,” he told her.
They started out slow, kissing.
That was all they needed for a long, long time,
until she put her hands inside his shirt.
He let her explore his chest and his arms and his back,
but at last he pulled away. ‘I have to go,’ he said miserably.
‘Why?’
He kissed her. ‘Because I’m a gentleman.
I can’t trust myself to be one too much longer.’
‘Maybe I don’t want you to trust yourself,’ she said boldly,
letting her hormones do the talking.
‘Oh, Lena.’ He sounded as though he were partly underwater.
He wasn’t looking at her as though he wanted to go anywhere.
He kissed her more and then broke away.
‘There are a few things I want to do with you very badly.’
She nodded.
‘You haven’t done…these things before, have you?’
She shook her head. Suddenly she was worried he thought she was inept.
‘All the more reason,’ he said. ‘We have to be slow. Make it count.’
And then there was Kostos. Out of the soil of more than a dozen years of disappointment, joy bloomed in every single thing she and Kostos did together. Sitting next to him in the car on the drive up, buying him a cup of coffee at the gas station, sharing a Milky Way, getting lost on the back roads, her spilling her water bottle on her lap, him mopping at her skirt with two napkins. There was sexiness in everything that passed between them: her putting change in his hand for the toll, him pushing her hair aside to see the map better. Every time he looked at her. Every time she looked at him…it was watching Lena and Kostos walking toward her holding hands. It was Lena’s happiness.
—  Sisterhood Everlasting, Ann Brashares
She didn’t see the other people around her as she went. She saw the determination in his face and she felt it too. She found herself thinking, Well this is it, and knew she was walking into the rest of her life without another pause or question or even a glance to either side. I choose you, she thought. Come what may, you are what I choose.
—  Sisterhood Everlasting, page 336 by Anne Brashares