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There was a certain . . . regard in the tilt of her mouth, a mix of courteousness and insinuation. Like she would ask politely before giving you the best head of your life.
She wanted there to be no misunderstandings, in this one thing—Likotsi loved Fabiola, even if it was impractical to do so.
“Yes. Let’s both of us see where this love leads. And when we are afraid, because we will inevitably be afraid again, let’s run to each other instead of away.”