Dying to Love You
Our eyes held for a moment too long, and I felt that now-familiar flutter in my stomach that both thrilled and terrified me.
Kev finished Rafael's tattoo in half the time mine had taken, given its simpler design. "There you go," he said, wiping it clean. "Sun and stars. Suits you two."
We held our wrists side by side, admiring how the black ink stood out against our skin, his olive tone, my paler complexion. If we pressed our wrists together, his sun would align perfectly with my constellation, like they belonged together.
Like we belonged together.
The thought ambushed me, dangerous in its temptation. I couldn't think that way. Not with my prognosis hanging over me like a shadow.
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