Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at allthe touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadnt kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

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