His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.
That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.
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