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He pulls back from our kiss, searching my face with concern on his. “Where’d ya go?”

“Wh, what do you mean?” I stammer softly. I’m a very bad liar.

“I lost you in the middle of that kiss. I could practically hear your wheels turning. What were you thinking about?” He skims his nose down my cheek, then throat. “Tell me, Bellamy.”

“Self-preservation,” I answer in blunt honesty.

“Hey,” he dips his head to catch my eyes. “I get it, believe me, I do. Think of it this way. Not only are we in it together, anxious, apprehensive about new territory for both of us, but we must be feeling the same intensity to have the same concerns. Right?”

“Yeah,” I nod shakily. “Well put, and reassuring. Thank you.”

“Thankyou,” he grins, “for confirming I’m not imagining this. Now gimme one more,” he taps his lips.

And I do. Ensuring he’ll be thinking of me the rest of the day.

 

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