“I can’t kiss you right now,” I tell her honestly, and she looks almost sad. “I can’t kiss you right now because I won’t stop.” I touch her hair with my hands, wrapping it around my finger and thinking to myself it’s softer than silk. “I need to get you fed.” I look into the depths of her green eyes and see she’s watching my every move. “I need to let the dogs in, and then,” I whisper, “then I’m going to kiss you, sweet Zara.” Her eyes cloud over when I say the last part. “Then the house could fall down around us, the dogs could eat the couch, and the world could come to an end, but the only
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