“Lesbians are good at mess, though.” Scarlett smiles. “Then perhaps there’s hope for them yet.” “And for us, too.” I don’t mean to say it. It just comes out. Heat rushes up my collar and into my cheeks. Scarlett releases me, a bitter rush of air sucked between us. She tilts her head, and her fingers meet my chin, lifting it up. There’s a softness in her expression I’ve never seen before. Her features smooth, lips part. It’s the first time she’s looked at me as though she wants to kiss me instead of kill me. My heart thuds a hesitant thrum against my ribs as our eyes meet. She holds me in her
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