“It wasn’t a moment of insanity,” I say matter-of-factly. “Sorry?” She sounds incredulous. “I definitely meant to kiss you.” She scoffs, crossing her arms and turning beet red. “You were barely responsive mere seconds beforehand. You were in shock, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.” “I don’t need you to believe me for it to be true.” I don’t know why after years of keeping my mouth shut, I’m now blurting this all out. Most likely, it’s because I saw our lives flash before my eyes back there. When I looked over at Sloane beside me and saw her beautiful blue eyes clamped shut, fingers
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