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He kisses me forever, and even when he stops, his hands stay around my face. In my hair.

I blink. The world is the same as it was before, but the corners are not quite as sharp. A kinder, gentler place, where breathing is easier.

" I’m being devious. I’m being unfair and problematic and manipulative. I should tell him the truth—I want him, I miss him, I wish for us to be honest with each other. But honesty will only send him retreating. "

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" (...) He never even told me himself. He’d hate it, if he found out.”

I nod, reassuring. Pull her in for a hug, and don’t bother telling her the truth: That everything Minami had to fight and scrape and beg to learn, every little detail about Conor’s family, I knew already. (...)

Because one day, Conor Harkness decided that he wanted someone to know him. And he chose me.

“No,” he says. So quick, so firm, so definitive, I wonder if the answer is not definitive at all.

“That’s okay,” I say. “You don’t have to be interested just because I am—”

“Maya.”

“—but I hope you’ll see where I’m coming from, too. And I hope you won’t waste more of my time.”

“You can’t do this.”

“No? Why not?”

He has no answer for me.



If u want her, just FUCKING SAY SO. Me está empezando a tocar la polla.

“As someone with long-term expertise in pining from afar, I’m happy to play the pawn in your game.”

“She made you work for it, huh?” I glance at the girl, who’s still on the phone. I get the impression that if she asked him to tattoo whipped on his forehead, his only question would be: What font?

She’d get him to agree to papyrus, too.

“It was worth it,” he simply says.

I let out a breathy giggle, but he taps at his phone and hands it over, showing me a thread of texts between Eli, Sul, Minami, and Conor. The four founding members of Harkness.

“I didn’t know people your age had group chats.”

“Do fuck off, Maya.”

“At which point they’ll be able to join us in the collective lighting of Axel’s funeral pyre?” I ask.

Conor’s smile is grim. “If he doesn’t get stabbed overnight.”

“How do you think Rue and Eli would feel about holding a wedding and an entombment on the same day?”