Abraham,” I said. “Please.” He lifted his torturous lips from my neck and gazed down at me, hazel eyes holding an animal intensity. “Yes?” he whispered. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “Just for the me that I am. Just for this now.” That slash of a smile pulled at his lips: rakish delight. “For this you. Forever.

-Devon Monk

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