“Yeah, yeah.” He smirks, leaning in to steal a quick kiss, obviously in a rush to get off the ground. I grab hold of his neck before he has a chance to pull away and hold him there, prolonging the feel of his lips against mine. He’s frowning curiously when I release him. “Am I gonna get this kind of goodbye every time I fly off somewhere?” “Yes,” I say with more seriousness than I intended. “Don’t ever leave without saying goodbye to me. Please.” He studies my face a long moment. “I’m not gonna crash, Calla. I promise.” His voice is soft, lulling. “You can’t promise that.” Though I desperately
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