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Chapter 6

I am somewhere.

I can't tell where.

There's a familiarity to the place, but I can't...

...and there's someone else...

It's Quin, I am kissing Quin again. In this dream.

It's a series of kisses, one after another. It's intense. I have trouble breathing and talking.

We are not trying to talk.

Okay, I don't care about the breathing even. I'm afraid if I think about it, it'll stop. The goddess—whoever this is, whoever's memory I'm hijacking—might notice.

Please continue. Don't mind me. I try to look up and away and see clouds, and a shadow on its surface, like graffiti.

I raise a finger to the sky and trace its shape. I know that shape.

He is kissing my hand. Like, my palm. I can breathe, and I inhale long and deep. The air is sweet, and pleasant, and clean.

I am—

I don't—

We are not just kissing. His skin is radiant and warm and I feel it. All of it.

It's not just kissing.

Shoot. Mother of. I can't—

I shouldn't be here. This isn't—

I don't think—

Stop thinking. Stop thinking.

And then he, and I, cry out something, and it's a word I don't know, it sounds ancient, and loving, a promise—