Her eyes were molten in the afternoon light, her cheeks wet with tears. He thumbed them away without thinking. Instantly, something hardened in her stare—a decisiveness he’d come to recognize over the past several weeks. “I already know what you’re going to say,” he assured her. “Your business is none of my business, I can kick rocks, etcetera. I memorized it all the last time, so you can spare me the—” She surged onto the tips of her toes and swallowed the rest of his sentence in a kiss. It tasted reckless and impulsive and like coconut lip balm. Every last coherent thought inside his head
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