our last summer. (e.m)

"you're full of secrets." "aren't we all?" eddie tenderly casts an embrace against my cheeks, where his thumbs caresses the skin there to ask, "will you tell me all of them?" "if you'd listen." "to you? i don't think i'd ever stop." - after a decade apart, i am finally spending my last summer with eddie munson. no mor...

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