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year of my life, before Willow. I was in
an accident, and I forgot. What if I did
something and I forgot?”
He tips my chin up till I'm meeting
his gaze. “Sin, listen to me, I don't know
how I know it, but I do. My hands find
their way to his face, and before he can
stop me, I’m tugging him toward me,
pressing my lips to his. Stars form
behind my eyes when our lips connect.
