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First Comes Love by Katie Kacvinsky
Now. Do it now, you chump. Kiss her.
My eyes slip down to her lips and then back to her eyes. It's a way of asking permission. But she's oblivious. She's not even looking at me.
"I want to get her some wine," she says with a determined nod. I sigh, because we are on such completely opposite missions right now. I pull my fingers through my hair. - Pg. 73
**This story is for ages 18 & over.
He's breathing harder than usual, and I've stopped breathing altogether. I'm in your arms. Kiss me please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives me a small shake of his head as if in answer to my silent question. When he opens his eyes again, it's with some new purpose, a steely resolve.
"Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I'm not the man for you," he whispers.