“I’m sorry I made you wait.”
His cool fingers cradled the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently over my lips. “I’d wait a thousand years for you.”
“You’d be long dead in a thousand years,” I said dryly even though my heart pounded.
“It’d still be worth it,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.
Screaming, crying and hitting my fists on the ground profusely right now
— Mar 14, 2026 10:25AM
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