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Ever since we met, we’ve had a knowledge of the other that was almost intuitive, muscle memory.
My voice is hushed as I meet his eye. “I think…no matter what universe we land in, we land there together.”
A week ago I was happy with my life, and now, now, it’s as if I’ve given something up…something I want more than the life I actually have.
“Just because I give you a due date doesn’t mean you have to wait until the due date.”
Except spending a morning with Quinn was like being exposed to sunlight after an entire lifetime beneath fluorescent lights. I’m not sure, now, that I can be happy with less.
I turn to walk away and find myself spun back toward him before I’ve even had time to process it. His mouth lands on mine without hesitation or uncertainty, as if I’m a meal he’s been waiting for years to consume. And he consumes. With his lips, his tongue, his hands. He burns me alive, taking my oxygen and my common sense and leaving nothing but desire in its wake. Kissing is so much more than I realized. Not just mouths and fumbling, but something that turns my core into a pillar of fire and finds me arching against him, desperate for more.
“You’re not doing her any favors, young man,” Dr. Grosbaum says, his voice tight. “Whoever is resetting the timeline will continue to do so until she gets what she wants from your wife. If the resets don’t kill her in the first place, that is.” “Quinn is not my wife.” Dr. Grosbaum throws his pen down in disgust. “And she never will be if the two of you refuse to listen.”
“So, I took you to homecoming and what you remember about it is my brother. You are singlehandedly destroying what remains of my self-esteem.”
and from the moment I met you, it felt like you were…” “It felt like I was what?” “Mine,” I reply.
I don’t know how many lives I’ve lived with him, but it feels a little unfair that I can’t live this one with him too.
I am only a mass of nerve endings and sensation and want. There is heat and pressure and his hands sliding over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
For years, for decades. I am molten, nothing but a collection of burning atoms, so weightless I could be floating in midair, for all I know.
"I’d never just let you float away”—I
