“How do I hold onto you?” he asks gruffly.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are.” He presses his forehead to mine, and I want more. More contact. More time. More of him. “One day you are going to find all the joy you’re capable of, and then you’re going to fly.”
“I keep my feet on the ground,” I remind him. This—allowing Jude to kiss me—is the wildest thing I have done in years. “I don’t dream or wish. I can’t risk it, and I can’t fly.”
“Then I’ll build you wings.”
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