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“You’re like a shot... of...” “Moonshine?” I suggested. He shook his head and rapped it off the window. “Ow. No, more like whiskey. You go down with a kick.”
When he touched me, it felt like I had straight whiskey flowing through my veins.
He kissed me like he had to, like I was air and he needed me to live.
“Maybe not everyone is made to be happy. Maybe some of us have to find other things to feel.”
I’m not what you need.” “You’re what I want.”
I was gonna kill him and then tell him that I loved him so much it hurt to take a breath without him in my life. But definitely kill him first.
You’re the color and music and flavor in my day.
She was my adventure and my safe place.
