“I promise.” I take her face in my hands, careful to be gentle despite the sense of urgency beating against my chest. “I promise that I’m yours. You just gotta promise that you’re gonna be mine, too.” I press my lips to hers gently. “You”—I gently rub my thumb across her cheekbone—“mean so much more to me than I planned.” I feel her lips tip up as she says, “Very sorry to interrupt.” I can’t help but smile at seeing traces of the Ellie that I’m falling for again. “I’m trying to be vulnerable and cute here, and you’re—” She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine … sober. When her tongue
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