“We’re never going to speak of this again,” he starts, the words hushed in half a breath’s worth of space between them, “so just forget it ever happened, alright? Nobody needs to know, and nobody’s going to know.”
It’s a foolish thing to insist upon, and they both know it— the heat of that kind of passion is damn near impossible to forget.
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Date: 2025-07-04 06:20 pm (UTC)It’s a foolish thing to insist upon, and they both know it— the heat of that kind of passion is damn near impossible to forget.