we sleep at sunset

He takes my mouth with his, a hand grazing my throat like a warm, rough necklace.

"Touch me," he breathes onto my lips.

My hands slip under his shirt, over his abdomen, his muscles tight and warm against my fingertips. I touch the places on him I've never dared to touch before.

Then there's a tear on my cheek, burning the path it travels. A few more flow, and soon, our first kiss tastes like grief.

"I love you."

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Greyson is in love with his best friend Ember and she has no idea. She's the only good thing left in his life. He'll do whatever it takes to see her smile, and never to let anything-or anyone-hurt her.

Not even himself.

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