“‘prefer that version of the world,’ i say, smiling up at him. his arms ring my waist, his nose scraping along mine.
‘you do?’
i nod, the movement gliding our lips briefly across each other.
‘it’s yours,’ he offer.
i laugh. ‘oh? i can have the world?’
‘mine,’ he says, ‘yeah. you can have mine.’”
goodbye. i’m melting.
— May 11, 2025 08:22AM
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