“Do you want me?” I blurt. Theo blinks up at me. “Tell me!” He swallows and nods. “Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel like—” I don’t let him finish. I just pull him up into my arms, crushing him to my chest. “Then don’t fucking push me away. I’m not through with you. I don’t think I’ll ever be through with you.” His body trembles against me and a sob erupts out of him, and all that lingering frustration is expelled in a breath. “Fuck. I’m not leaving, and you’re spending motherfucking Christmas with me. And the new year. And next Christmas, too. And the rest of our time on earth,
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