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"Ezra?" I whisper. His name is foreign fruit—a taste I've never known but want to.
at some point everything will be over. What matters is how much it hurts first.”
“Never jump,” I whisper. “Never fall.” His lips brush my back.
He hugs me tight, wrapping himself around me. “You gotta be careful, Millsy. Don’t come here without me.”
“Look at me, Ez. Look at my face.” He shuts his eyes. “Tell me this much: Who fucked up before me? Who fucked around with you and made you feel like loving you was hard work?”
You got nightmares but I make them better? I’ll be your drug.
“I only need one thing.” “What?” I force myself to whisper. His arm tightens on me, and I feel him inhale. He blows the breath out, and when he speaks, his voice is raspy. “Don’t leave me again.” I nod, and for a second I can’t find my voice. When I do, I sit up, so I can look at him when I promise, “I won’t.”
at one point he can’t get his breath, so I cup my hands around his mouth and blow my breath into his lungs.
“I love you,” I say. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and I’ve been waiting for you, so I can wrap you up and never let a damn thing ever hurt you again. Not without going through me first. I know you’re bigger, but I need to take care of you,” I whisper.
“You’re an aphrodisiac."
