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12 Nico

12

Norgaard – The Vaccines

If watching Scottie Sinclair drop to her knees in front of me, her blonde hair tucked under my favourite cap, wasn’t enough to push me to my limit …

If her blue eyes, steadily holding mine in a silent challenge, didn’t fracture the tiny bit of resolve I still had …

If the touch of her fingers massaging my injured knee, erasing that persistent pain in a way pharmaceutical drugs hadn’t come close, wasn’t my complete undoing …

Then it would be living on with the embarrassment of forgetting where I was, who I was with, and letting that goddamn moan escape me.

Followed promptly with what I did in the shower later.