Taylor’s POV" No! " I replied, weakly.I did not kiss him back.Not because I did not feel it, and not because some part of me did not want to close the distance and pretend that everything between us could still be simple, but because the weight of the moment pressed too heavily against my chest, and I could feel how unsteady he was, how the alcohol blurred the edges of his emotions and turned longing into something reckless and fragile all at once.His lips lingered against mine, warm and pleading, his breath uneven, his hand still cupping my face as though letting go would shatter him completely, and I stood there frozen, my heart hammering so loudly that it drowned out every rational thought I tried to summon.“Devon,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together, as I gently placed my hands on his chest, not to push him away harshly, but to create just enough space so he could breathe and so I could think. “You are drunk.”His forehead stayed pressed to mine, his eyes half-lidd
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