“Maybe you won’t be in my fear landscape anymore,” I murmur. He bends his head and kisses me slowly.
“Then everyone can call you Six.”
“Four and Six,” I say.
We kiss again, and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine.
We have each other memorized.
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