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forehead. It is a soft, sweet kiss that makes my whole face tingle. Henry helps me
check my bags and hugs me goodbye. I want to stay in his arms forever.

“Text me when you make it.” I nod and wave sadly. Henry watches me until I
disappear. The last time I see him that night, his hands are tucked in the pockets of
his tan slacks, his white dress shirt is agape, and his hair is slightly unkempt from
him running his fingers through it. There is something in his gaze, though; an
intensity I can’t quite place. My body pings from his energy. I carry that look with
me through boarding all the way to my inflight nap.