“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, cupping his face to steady him. “You’re okay.” He shook his head again, eyes looking slightly glazed before finding focus on my face. “I’m sorry,” he croaked out, voice slurring a little. “For what?” “For not”—he closed his eyes and exhaled a pained groan—“kissing you back that night.” “Don’t worry about it,” I whispered, clutching his face with my hands. “Don’t even think about it right now, okay?” “I wanted to,” he grunted, clenching his eyes shut as a huge shiver rolled through his body. “I promise.” “Johnny, it’s okay,” I croaked out, blinking the tears
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