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But Lyric doesn’t laugh
or call me out.
Instead, she takes a deep
full breath
in and out.
Yeah—why not.
Before she can change her mind
I make my move.
May I?I ask
hovering my hands over her hips.
You may.She nods.
I get closer.
Lyric puts her hands
around my shoulders.
Our cheeks touch
just barely.
You’re good, I whisper
as we sway.
Lyric doesn’t answer
only moves a little closer
so that I can feel her heart
thudding against my chest.
I can smell the oil in her hair—
sweet like amber and oak—
and I can feel her breath
on my cheek
her hands at the back of my neck
like a song only I
can hear.
I don’t hate this, you know,
