Eli’s nose brushes against my cheek, his stubble scratching at my skin. An accident the first time, I think, until he does it again. I pull back until the corners of our mouths are nearly aligned. This is a bad, very horrible idea, my brain screams, but my body presses closer. Eli’s arms tighten, fingers digging into the small of my back. “Georgia,” he whispers,
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