All the words are snowballing up my throat.
An avalanche on my tongue.
Tacos. Thank you. Take me away…
Nothing makes it out.
I can inhale though.
Then, on exhale?—
“Kiss me.”
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The corner of his mouth tips up into a slow, wicked smile.
“Kiss you?” he repeats.
He doesn’t believe me.
I hardly believe me.
I don't say or do shit like that.
And a part of me knows
that the second we kiss, it's over.
We’ll haunt each other long after.
When Brandon kissed me, I counted,
and nothing happened.
Andrew just exists,
and suddenly I'm a kid again,
spinning too fast
on the park's merry-go-round,
jumping off,
feet hitting the ground,
dirt flying,
world dizzy,
and he's the only steady thing I can hold on to.
“Kiss me,” I repeat, quieter.
A confession. A surrender. A death sentence.
