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And she answers.

I don’t know if it’s her taste or the taste of the rain.

But it’s exquisite.

Fresh.

Overpowering.

Charged with happiness.

I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her closer as my other hand lets go of her arm and wraps around her waist.

I deepen my kiss, sliding my tongue between her lips.

It’s the rain, I tell myself.

It’s the island, I am sure.

It’s the momentary spike of serotonin.

It’s the happiest moment on this island.

I don’t want to let it go.

I don’t have to.

I don’t care if she pushes me away, but she doesn’t.

She wraps her gentle hands around my neck, and I don’t even care that she is touching my scars. In this moment, she can touch anything she wants.

The energy of the kiss changes so abruptly that one second we are gentle and cautious, the next one, I am pressing Callie so close to me that I almost lift her off the ground.

The kiss is ravaging, greedy and deep. We dive at each other like our life depends on it, like we need to breathe through each other’s mouths. It’s tongues and lips and teeth and dripping rain and a little moan that escapes her. I catch it with my mouth and deepen my tongue as if the rest of those little sounds she makes hide somewhere deep inside and I need to get all of them.

Petal…

Fuck…

Why couldn’t we have it back then?

Why couldn’t we be together?

Why couldn’t we get what we both wanted? Because that’s how it always felt—that we were meant for each other.

I kiss her like it’s the last time. And her lips are so fucking good that I feel like I’m melting. They are soft. So is her tongue, sinking into my mouth with so much need that I know for sure—she wants this as much as I do.

The rain is getting harder.

It’s soaking us.

It trickles down my face and onto my lips that are taking hers like there is no tomorrow. Maybe there isn’t. We lose our balance and step around as we kiss like we are in some crippled dance. I take it together with her heat and her tongue. I take it all. And I won’t stop until she does.

“Yo! It is going to get dark soon!” Owen yells from somewhere up ahead but too close.

Callie pulls away abruptly as if caught. Her eyes are blazing at me, but she starts smiling and wipes the water off her face with both hands.

And then she laughs like a lunatic. And that’s how I feel—like I am losing my mind with her.

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