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Here was another point under the "ood kiss She leaned into me, she put her hands in my hair, she pulled me down into her like she wanted ht I was, like I was soirl like her

Like Marie-Helene, I mean Of course that hat Iout the tails of my shirt so she could touch loves We realized it at the sa, she pulled the pulled hard in et er part of me wanted to be back in Sciences 442, knee-to-knee with Charlotte Holmes, while she talked to me about her vulture skeletons

"Hey," I said to Marie-Helene, out of breath, "hey, you’re leaving tomorrow Isn’t this a little fast?"

"I don’t think so" She traced a finger up my arm

"I think--I think it is for me, actually"

With a show of surprise, she sat back "Si, but I could tell that she was hurt underneath it

"Not like that" I ran a hand through her hair "I mean that I actually wanted to see your art" True, but not in the way it sounded "And I want to see you, too, again, after Christ back?"

"This wasn’t--" She sighed "I broke up with my boyfriend last week I don’t wantI don’t want to see you after Christht you were leaving, and Iwhen I go back to Lyon, I’ll probably see him I didn’t want him to be the last person I’d been with"

"Oh"

"Sorry Too honest?"

It wasn’t Both of us were in too deep; it just wasn’t with each other "I’m fine," I said, and it was completely true

Marie-Helene smiled a bit sadly "You’re cute, you know I justmy heart’s somewhere else"

"That’s fair" I offered her a hand, and she hopped down frohed a little at it all The cup of paintbrushes The straightforay she’d shot e girl in her art studio, and that Charlotte Holmes had set it all up to see what I would do<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>