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“Fear of the unknown is the root of almost all hate. It is born of ignorance and fed by those who would keep us divided.”
“Firecat,” he purrs. "I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. If there’s any joy to be had, I want you to give it to me with enthusiasm.”
“You might think you’re mocking me, Firecat, but I like the idea of my name on your lips.”
“I’d almost risk it. For one taste.” He leans closer, and closer. “But I’ll wait,” he says to the place where the corner of my lips meets my cheek. His lips brush my skin as he speaks. “It’ll be worth it.”
