Our faces touch then, and we gently nuzzle against each other. Her lips find mine, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and she presses her mouth against mine. Gingerly at first, but then searching and deeper. More hungry and passionate. “Ava,” I say gruffly, as I feel my body responding to her. “Let’s get out of here first—more snow could come down that mountain.” “I would have fewer regrets this time,” she says as she lets her head fall against my neck, peacefully. “I hated the thought of dying without ever kissing you.” “I hate the thought of you dying at all,” I tell her quietly.
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