“Do you feel that?” I murmur. “Yeah.” “Do you feel the synchronicity? We’re beating in time. I feel locked in with you—” “I feel it too,” he says. “From the moment you turned around on that barstool, I’ve been kinda freaking out. I don’t do this. I don’t—I don’t do feelings with hookups,” he adds awkwardly. “I—this is crazy. I feel like I’ve got a lit firework in my chest.” He leans in, cupping my cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over my parted lips. “Who the fuck are you?” We hold each other’s gaze for a long moment before I reply. “You already know me, I think…don’t you?” He
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This is mushier fhan i want
