I wasn’t breathing and there was a sound like music in my ears. Like Caspien playing piano. He was so close and so devastatingly pretty, and I didn’t know how to say all the things swirling about in my belly with the sandwiches, birthday cake and champagne, but I knew if I did, then everything would change. Things were already changing. This hot, confusing, frightening thing that got louder and more desperate whenever I was around him had reached some critical point. One I couldn’t come back from even if I wanted to. Telling him why I’d hated seeing that book seemed too difficult, too
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