“It was impossible… to stop,” he whispered. “Impossible. But I did.” He looked up finally, with half a smile. “I must love you.” “Don’t I taste as good as I smell?” I smiled in response. That hurt my face. “Even better—better than I’d imagined.” “I’m sorry,” I apologized. He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “Of all the things to apologize for.” “What should I apologize for?” “For very nearly taking yourself away from me forever.” “I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “I know why you did it.” His voice was comforting. “It was still irrational, of course. You should have waited for me, you should have
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