“So... how much longer are you here for?” He exhales, his nose flaring, his gaze once again searing through mine. The moment is strained, and my heart aches, desperate to claw its way out of me and sink into him, to soak up the secrets he won’t show. “I’m not sure,” he admits. My stomach twists. Both of his palms come up to grip my face, his thumbs brushing along my cheekbones. “But I know that I want to be wherever you are.” My chest warms. “Well, I’m here.” His hands tighten even further, our noses skimming with every inhale. “And I’m here, too, Lily.” “But for how long?” The words catch in
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