[ his hands are always so warm it feels like streaks of fire across her skin, his handprint on her heart. she wants to protest that it isn't just her — margo or sèbastien or larry would open the door for him, but she doesn't think he really cares for her friends. ]
You are, [ she insists instead, steadying her hand around the spoon. ]
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You are, [ she insists instead, steadying her hand around the spoon. ]