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I lower my head, opening my eyes. My sight adjusted, it’s not as dark anymore. I can see the shape of her. The impression of her mouth, inches from mine, reminding me of earlier. How close she was. What it felt like to kiss her. What she tasted like. She’s staring up at me, her eyes wide, like she’s look at something dangerous. Something that wants to eat her.
She has no fucking idea.
“Have you been drinking?”
I can practically hear her confusion. “What?” She shakes her head. “No—I mean, I had some cranberry juice but not—”
I give in.
Finally, let myself have something.
Claire.
That’s the last rational thought I have, right before I kiss her.