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-and our lips meet with feels-- like not slow motion-- but every moment in my life and the lack of time altogether.

But somehow, he’s perfect. My every daydream come true.

I close the gap in an instant and press my lips into his. Too hard at first, but I figure it out. I kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and vaguely sweet.

I don’t know what he’s talking about until his hands close around my ears, his thumbs pressed to my cheekbones, and the tips of his fingers wrap around the hot back of my neck. Then I get it. Oh my God, my scrambled brain thinks, he wants to kiss me! And suddenly I can’t wait any longer. “Hell, yeah.

In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around.

Jamie.” This time he says it at a whisper. “I’m ready. Are you?

Mason looks me in the eye. “I’ll be okay, Jamie, as long as I have you.

So when he rolls towards me and kisses my lips, a million mixed up signals course through my neurons. I’m dizzy. Breathless. Speechless. Ice-cold. On fire. I don’t let him stop. I reach for his face, pull him over onto me.

Your arms ache to hold someone -- you move in slow motion from one hug to the next so you won't jostle the warm feeling off your shoulders before the next hug comes your way. Your heart feels hollow -- that emptiness screams like an addiction to be filled even if it means doing hurtful, selfish things to get a fix. "I understand," I tell him. "Because I've been lonely, too.