He's one of the last friends I have," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again.
Veronica RothHe slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.
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