I rolled off of him to look up at the blackness of the ceiling. “Remember when you said the dark is your oldest friend?” He rested his fingers on my wrist. “Only because you can depend on the light to come.” Impulsively, I sat up, reached over to my desk, and turned on the lamp. In the sudden light, we both blinked. Patrick looked surprised, but smiling, his blue eyes like a windless lake — the happiest I’d ever seen him. “I just needed to look at your face,” I explained. For a minute, we gazed at each other. Then he pulled me down and kissed me. I flicked off the light and lay in the dark
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