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“How do we free ourselves from this torment?” “I don’t know if I want to be free.” His gaze drops farther, to my neck. “You might be torture and temptation incarnate. But you are strength and power. You are damnation and salvation trapped in curves that should be forbidden.”
“And I feel for you.” He pulls me a bit closer, his hands still around mine. “I ache for you. I burn for you. I want you.”
“What I’ve done, am doing, with you could be the end of everything I loved.” “We have hardly done anything.” I insist to myself its true. “If we’ve ‘hardly done anything’ then how have you become my everything?”
“And yet…” he echoes, so faint that I wonder if I imagine it. “Yet, I find myself more ensnared by you each day. I find my upbringing easier to fight, ignore, or outright forget. I find that even being frustrated with you is a thorny bramble that only pulls me closer to you.”
“Floriane, you are fire, and chaos, and infinite possibility. You’ve brought not just a heat and heartbeat to these halls but to my bones. I don’t want to move forward without you at my side, so long as you will have me, so long as you want to explore us.”
“Despite all odds, despite my wants and fears and every scrap of better judgment, despite knowing that I do not deserve you after all I’ve done to you and your loved ones, I fear I might be falling in love with you.”
The kiss is slow. He brushes his lips against mine lightly once, twice. Then, presses them firmly. He kisses me for me and I kiss him for him. I kiss him because I want him. Because I am falling in love with him, too.
