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“Now you choose.”
The field goes silent.
Sage looks at me for a long time then she reaches up and hooks her fingers beneath my mask, she slowly lifts it.
I let her.
She removes it and drops it into the dirt.
Her eyes meet mine. “This isn’t the Harvest?”
“No.”
“The Reaper?”
“No.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
She steps closer.
My entire body tightens.
“What if I want you to chase me again?”
“I will.”
“What if I want you to catch me?”
“I will.”
“What if I want you to stop?”
“I stop.”
She studies my face then smiles. “Good.” Her hand catches the front of my shirt, pulling me down hard.
Our mouths collide.
Fuck.
Every joke disappears. Every clever remark. Everything.
Sage kisses like she runs. All commitment. No hesitation once she decides.
My hands settle on her waist. I force myself to keep them there.
She notices. Of course she does. She pulls back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“I am exercising extraordinary restraint.”
Her mouth twitches. “Why?”
