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for them not to. Even I can see it.
I hold her gaze.
Our faces are so close
I can smell the cherry ChapStick on her lips.
I—I start,I want to kiss you.
Lyric doesn’t move.
OK, she whispers.
I lean in and brush my lips
against hers
and thenshe’s kissing me back.
The embers from the fire crackle
in my ears
and I can feel
the electricity in my fingertips
as they graze Lyric’s body
and we fall back into
the soft leather.
Lyric’s hands are in my hair
my mouth on her mouth
and then on her neck
and outside
the wind is roaring
shaking all the trees
but here, in this radiant flicker
of moving dark
we are all the light
we need.
You have no idea
how long
I’ve wanted to do that,
