[It’s warm. She drowns herself in it. She can’t regret a thing.
[It lingers, and Aubrey keeps their faces close. A whisper back:]
And you’re… mine....
[He’s not. He won’t be. She can pretend.]
Sunny....
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[He's imagined it so...many times, but you can't...taste in your dreams - there is no real warmth...
[Sunny squeezes Aubrey's hand, slow. He's kissed before - so has she, he knows - but this kiss is...
[Aubrey. His sweetheart...
[Things actually can be beautiful; she is.
[It's over in the blink of an eye, but it lingers. He whispers:] You are my...sweetheart...
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[It’s warm. She drowns herself in it. She can’t regret a thing.
[It lingers, and Aubrey keeps their faces close. A whisper back:]
And you’re… mine....
[He’s not. He won’t be. She can pretend.]
Sunny....