Reid doesn't pull away even as hot tears soak my cheeks.
He flicks them away with his thumbs, and he keeps kissing me until I'm calm before he finally pulls back.
I open my eyes when his thumb traces my lower lip, and I swallow when my eyes stray to his face. His lips are slightly parted, his breathing somehow rugged, his dark eyes gazing at me.
When I hide my face on his chest, he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me close. The fingers of his other hand reach to tuck my hair behind my ear, then he kisses the top of my head over and over again.
My eyes are closed because I want to believe that this is a dream. That way, I won't feel bad when it's all over.
This can't be real. It's too good to be true.
And anything good that happens to me ends up in a disaster.
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