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Cole," I stated, "do you believe I'm adorable?"

"As in 'cuddly and'?"

"As in 'ready to be cherished,'" I said.

Cole's look was resolute. Only for a second, I had the abnormal thought that I could see precisely what he had resembled when he was more youthful, and precisely what he'd resemble when he was more seasoned. It was penetrating, a mystery look at his future. "Perhaps," he said. "Be that as it may, you won't let anyone attempt."

I shut my eyes and gulped. "I can't tell the diference between not battling," I said,"and surrendering."

Regardless of my eyelids being firmly closed, a solitary, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was furious to the point that it had gotten away. I was so furious.

Underneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged nearer. I felt him hang over me. His breath, warm and estimated, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn't have the foggiest idea what I needed. At that point I heard him quit breathing, and after a second, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn't such a kiss I'd had with him previously, eager, needing, edgy. It wasn't such a kiss I'd had with anybody previously. This kiss was delicate to the point that it resembled a memory of a kiss, so cautious all the rage that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so cautious all the rage that it resembled somebody running his fingers along them. My mouth separated and stilled; it was so peaceful, a murmur, not a yell. Cole's hand contacted my neck, thumb squeezed into the

skin close to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said "I need more". It was a touch that said "I need this."

It was all totally soundless. I didn't consider possibly us was relaxing.

Cole sat back up, gradually, and I opened my eyes. His demeanor, as could be, was clear, the face he wore when something made a difference.

He stated, "That is the way I would kiss you, in the event that I adored you.