Page 13 of Come Apart

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I grip her wrist, but she breaks the light hold gently.

And then her hands are on the back of my head.

She pulls me closer, until we're almost kissing.

"I'm not going anywhere."

I sigh.

"Not unless I fuck it up."

"Not unless you fuck it up," she agrees. She laughs, kissing me again. Her fingers dig into my hair.

I try to shut my doubts out, to feel nothing but her lips and her body under mine.

Alyssa is with me now. I have her now.

But I know it's not enough.

I need more of her. All of her. All the parts she wants to keep hidden.

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