#garrison abbey
Very tenderly, he asks, “Willow, can I hug you?”
I nod. It might be our last hug for a really long while.
Garrison tucks a flyaway hair behind my ear, and then he wraps his arms around my body. I coil mine around his frame, my arms feather-light still, but his embrace carries warmth and extra pressure that dizzies my senses.
I hold tighter than before, my fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie. Don’t go yet. Please don’t go yet.I’m picturing my life without him, and it’s so much lonelier than before.
Garrison tilts and lowers his head to whisper against my ear. “You’re still my girl.”
And then, without a single pause, Garrison Abbey kisses my cheek. His lips leave a fiery imprint, and my body solidifies like hardened magma.
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