“But you will, right?” he asked, looking forlorn. “Someday?” “Someday,” I whispered in his ear. “I promise.” He smiled up at me with this adorable drunk expression. “Gimme a kiss,” he purred. Shaking my head, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “Don’t leave me,” he groaned then, face contorting in pain. “I’m no more good…but don’t go?”
