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He
deepens
the
kiss
,
leaning
into
me
.
I
put
my
hands
on
his
arms
.
I
want
to
run
them
through
his
hair
,
but
I
resist
,
knowing
that
he
won
’
t
like
it
.
He
leans
his
forehead
against
mine
,
his
eyes
closed
,
his
voice
strained
.
“
Anastasia
,
”
he
whispers
.
“
What
are
you
doing
to
me
?
”
“
I
could
say
the
same
to
you
,
”
I
whisper
back
.
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
he
kisses
my
forehead
and
leaves
.
He
strolls
purposefully
down
the
path
toward
his
car
as
he
runs
his
hand
through
his
hair
.
Glancing
up
as
he
opens
his
car
door
,
he
smiles
his
breathtaking
smile
.
My
answering
smile
is
weak
,
completely
dazzled
by
him
,
and
I
’
m
reminded
once
more
of
Icarus
soaring
too
close
to
the
sun
.
I
close
the
front
door
as
he
climbs
into
his
sports
car
.
I
have
an
overwhelming
urge
to
cry
;
a
sad
and
lonely
melancholy
grips
and
tightens
around
my
heart
.
Dashing
back
to
my
bedroom
,
I
close
the
door
and
lean
against
it
,
trying
to
rationalize
my
feelings
.
I
can
’
t
.
Sliding
to
the
floor
,
I
put
my
head
in
my
hands
as
my
tears
begin
to
flow
.
Kate
knocks
gently
.
“
Ana
?
”
she
whispers
.
I
open
the
door
.
She
takes
one
look
at
me
and
throws
her
arms
around
me
.
“
What
’
s
wrong
?
What
did
that
creepy
good
-
looking
bastard
do
?
”
“
Oh
,
Kate
,
nothing
I
didn
’
t
want
him
to
.
”
She
pulls
me
to
my
bed
and
we
sit
.
“
You
have
dreadful
sex
hair
.
”
