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he slid his hands into her hair and deepened the kiss, and her mind had no room for wondering. there was only his warm, solid body, pressed against hers; his soft, moist lips, full of tenderness and passion; his gentle hands, caressing–

"john? what the fuck are you doing?"

** if y'all didnt know, john is dead. im probably making everything confusing WHOOPS. just read the comment thay has like fourty replies and the gist is in there. alex's flashbacks will be in italics, to avoid any confusion

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