He presses his head against mine, digging into my skull, but I don’t care. I grab him and he kisses me, long and deep, and I cry, tears tickling my chin as they leak down my face. I hold him and we kiss and kiss until he’s pushing away and shouting. “Get out.” He shakes his head, moving back a little. “Get the fuck out!” he yells, wiping his face roughly.
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