Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I’d done so often – weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment – that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

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