It was so dark that I almost couldn’t tell how close he was until his lips touched mine, and the flood of waiting for it filled every inch of me with a buzzing heat. He opened his mouth, his breath featherlight on my skin, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, leaving a searing burn on my cheek. He kissed me carefully, like he was being sure to remember the way it felt. And when I deepened the kiss, he followed, pressing his body against mine. Something shifted into place inside of me. Some off-kilter piece of my soul that had fractured that day in Bastian. I didn’t know what we were
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FINALLYYYYYYYYY! I'm crying…
