“JJ picked his own. I just put it…“ I make the mistake of turning. Jett is fucking gone. But JJ. He has a finger hooked in his collar ring and a soul-stealingly soft smile that robs the air from my lungs, the room, and the entire fucking planet. It’s mass extinction. Crops die, people suffocate, and solar systems collapse under the force of those gravity-destroying lips. How’s my heart supposed to survive? I drop the spoon. My chest is so heavy. Eyes, suddenly wet. Everyone freezes. Atlas nudges them aside, lifting me off the counter and into his rock solid arms. I press my face into his neck
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