[ mmhmm, it's just a hum pressed against his mouth as she kisses him again, not exactly ready on giving breathing a chance just yet. she's still just gripping at his suit, in his hair, like she can't pull him close enough, like she can't decide on the best way to hold on. she kisses him like she can use it to prove everything she can't put into words, how sorry she is, how much she missed him, how much she cares. she breaks to breathe, but moves her kisses along his cheek, his jaw, instead of stopping there, rushrushrush ]
I'll never wear it again, I swear. I promise. It's not worth it-
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I'll never wear it again, I swear. I promise. It's not worth it-