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... he kissed me properly.
It wasn’t gentle or sweet or any of the things a kiss probably should be after an argument. It was frustrated and desperate and full of all the fear neither of us wanted to voice.
I kissed him back just as hard, my hands wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the physical confirmation that he was here, alive, not dying in some future rift closure while I watched helplessly through the binding.
He backed me up against the wall, o ...
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