When my skin wasn't cold to the touch, and I'd stopped shivering, I slowed down, then shook my head. Like rolling some precious priceless work of art between your teeth. Who gets to be on top? he asked with a smile. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever.
I expected to see the basement door open, but it wasn't. He grew in my mouth like ripened fruit, like something sweet and tender that had waited a very long time to spread and grow thick and heavy. His face was utterly peaceful. Hands in fists at his sides, eyes closed, deep breaths.
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