And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us, and he's so close, he's so close, and I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything, and he whispers"Please." He says, "Please don't shoot me for this.

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