I felt him almost catching on the sides, because I hadn't given myself time to grow wider. He moved, and I moved with him, not because I was supposed to, but for the same reason a tree bends in the wind, because it must. He slid his fingertips just inside my mouth, playing along the edge of my lips. I put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes.
His skin looked full and healthy in the starlight. I have no idea. I'll agree to that. I slid my arm through Louie's arm and bumped my head against his shoulder.
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