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the couch. He covers me with one of the
throws, tucking me in, the way I tuck in
Willow and Gracie.
"Trust me, Sinclair," he whispers as
I close my eyes and let the sleep I've
been fighting take me. “When I do kiss
you, and I will, it’ll be unforgettable.” I
feel a soft kiss on my forehead, and I
wonder if it's a dream.
