[ This close, it's impossible not to notice the moment the expression on his face changes — and she almost breaks another rule, almost asks: Are you okay? She's not supposed to ask. She's not supposed to care enough to ask. But then he's kissing her, and it's hard to pay attention to anything except that — the familiar press of his mouth to hers, how it steals her breath and makes her pulse quicken.
She kisses him back hard, only drawing back enough to utter a single absent syllable — her lips pursing on the shape of the first letter before going soft and round in a rough little whisper: ]
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She kisses him back hard, only drawing back enough to utter a single absent syllable — her lips pursing on the shape of the first letter before going soft and round in a rough little whisper: ]
Poe.