He turned away from the dark and gave me his eyes again. I was almost sure I could, but I could not simply fight him backward. He vanished inside, only his piteous screaming coming back out to tell us he'd found another open window, another wash of sunlight. Close enough.
I cupped his face between my hands, because I wanted to touch him, but what I gained from his centuries of controlling his own emotions, was that when he put his lips against mine, I was not lost. Fine, hold out an arm. They were right. Please, Anita, please, you don't know how long I've wanted this.
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