He was so close, she could see his chest moving. He reached up, slowly, with his free hand, and tugged his mask back into place over his nose. Reagan watched him through the fog of her own breath. Then she reached up, with her own free hand, to touch his cloth-covered cheek. He didn’t move away. She pulled his mask down. Slowly. Deliberately. Under his soft chin. Mason watched her face. He wasn’t smiling, but she could still see his two front teeth. Reagan made a fist in the suede collar of his coat and pulled herself closer to him. His head dipped forward, more fiercely than she was
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