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I lay there, remembering how the light of the street lamp illuminated Henry's face as he had leaned in. The sensation of his mouth on mine. My hands, pushing him back, and the wild, crazed run back to the beach house.
I oculdn't believe that Henry had kissed me. We were best friends. You don't kiss your friends. And yet he had, breaking every rule in the book. How were we supposed to come back from this?