“I’ll wait,” he said. Because I needed to fill him spiritually. Emotionally. For minutes, the clouds passed, and the orange moon played hide and seek while I put everything I had into Keiran. I stared into his eyes and gave him my grief, my anger, and my hopelessness. Then I showed him my newly sparked hope and gave him that, too. I gave him my sick desires, access to my dreams, permission to invade my mind, and acceptance that he was growing like cancer in my heart. My eyes told him I’d rather die from him than from cancer, and his eyes told me he could make that happen. “Do you feel me?”
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