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be life changing. How just the smallest thing can make the

hugest difference. I also talked about how I struggled early on

because I wanted everything to fit into a formula, because

that’s how life made sense to me. Numbers. Math. Molecules.

Atoms. I liked when something followed the rules that

governed it. When I could make sense of the world that way,

in a way that can be tangibly and easily, at least by me,

understood. I didn’t honestly know if Adley was getting much

out of what I was saying, even though she was listening like

she wanted to hear it. I was trying to make things as

metaphorical as possible, in hopes that she’d understand. That

we’d be speaking a common language of understanding.

Now that we’re done with dinner and we’re stepping

back into our room, I’m not sure that we were, but right now,

that’s far from my mind.

I lock the door behind us and walk over to the huge

Jacuzzi tub. “Should I fill it? I think it would be fun. It

probably takes for—”

Adley wraps her arms around my neck and tugs me

against her roughly. Her lips are on mine, furious and starving.

She tastes like red wine from dinner, like the chocolate cake

we shared for dessert. She’s sweet and all I want to do is sink

into her. I whimper and angle my face so she can deepen the

kiss. I want this so badly. I’ve been craving Adley since that

night we spent at her apartment. It was the longest week of my

life, waiting to hold her, waiting for her to touch my body, my

heart, my everything. All the bits and pieces, all the particles

and everything else that makes me me.

The kiss started out furious, but as Adley steers me

towards the massive bed, she slows things down. She allows

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