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“Oh, Mel,” he sighs in my ear, and pulls my face around to meet his
More flames in his lips, fiercer than the others, blisteringI don't know what I'm doing, but it
doesn't seem to matterHis hands are in my hair, and my heart is about to combustI don'twant to breathe
But his lips move to my ear, and he holds my face when I try to find them again
“It was a miracle–more than a miracle–when I found you, MelanieRight now, if I was given
the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up
Not to save five billion lives
“Very wrong but very trueI try to reach for his lips againHe pulls away, looking like he has something
to sayWhat more can there be?
“But…”
“But?” How can there be abut? What could possibly follow all this fire that starts with abut?
“But you're seventeen, Melanie
“What's that got to do with anything?”
He doesn't answerHis hands stroke my arms slowly, painting them with fire
“You've got to be kidding me I lean back to search his face“You're going to worry
aboutconventions when we're past the end of the world?”
He swallows loudly before he speaks“Most conventions exist for a reason, MelI would feel
like a bad person, like I was taking advantage
“No one's young anymoreAnyone who's survived this long is ancient
There's a smile pulling up one corner of his mouthBut this isn't
something we need to rush
“What is there to wait for?” I deman