“I reach up and tilt his head down to mine, and then I brush a kiss against his lips. I can feel his sweet agony in the kiss. He leans his forehead against mine. “This is misery, Sara,” he repeats. “But it is the sweetest misery I have ever felt. I don’t want it to stop.” I hate myself a little when I say, “It won’t.”
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