comforter on the bed back and helping him beneath it. “I just realized something. The past can’t be left behind because it’s still your present.” “You’re my present? Is that what you’re saying? You’re adorable.” I kissed his cheek. “You can have me now,” he said. “I’m yours.” “You’re drunk, babe,” I said. “I’ll take you tomorrow. Promise.” “You like to take care of me too,” he mumbled. “I do,” I said, a warm feeling spreading across my chest. I really did. I kissed him, his lips salty from the potato chips, and then pulled the sheet up over his shoulders. His breathing went heavy again, and as
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