“Just admit that I can kill you, too,” he says from across the room now, both of us lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. “Why?” “Because you’re stealing my breath, so you’re already halfway there with the killing part.” I shake my head, zipping my mouth with my fingers. He grabs a guitar pick from the floor and throws it at me. “I’ll let you hold on to your heart for a little longer. Just don’t get attached.” I laugh, but then he stops and looks at me, and I swear there’s regret etched on his face. “Forgive me?” he asks. “For what?” I scrunch my nose. He looks away, swallowing. “Good
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