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It had been a hell of a kiss, too. The kind that reminded me why humans kiss at all, why this odd ritual so unique to our species is a thing. Objectively weird and subjectively amazing.
Our lips meet, and around us, the rain keeps pouring down.
His arms settle against the edge on either side of me, and he devotes himself to kissing me like it’s a career, a job, a vocation. Like I’m an altar.
