he 'd never liked the idea of being sucked into his empty hell , but now the thought of never seeing her again , of never again smelling her sweet skin , of never again laying his palm against the warm blush of her cheek ... he takes my face in his hands , palms warm against my cheeks , and kisses me . i got out of there quickly and as i got to my car he was jogging toward me . he roared and made another toot . `` i 'm still working through the bucket you got me before . '' 