“How can you be like this?” I whisper. “How can you even trust me, after everything?” “I’m not sure I do trust you,” he whispers back. He reaches out with his other hand and touches my stomach. I feel it drop to the floor. (My stomach, that is.) “But . . .” He shrugs. He’s rubbing my stomach, and I close my eyes—because it feels good. (So good.) And also because I want him to kiss me again. Snow kissed me last night until my mouth was sore. He kissed me so much, I was worried I’d Turn him with all my saliva. He held himself up on all fours above me and made me reach up for his mouth—and I did.
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