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1 " Have you always had this?” He pointed to a purple bruise that showed up the day I met him. “No. It just appeared.” I answered confused. He turned his palm upward to show me a similar mark on his palm. “We were meant to be.” He whispered and placed his palm over mine. Our marks were exactly in the same place; the place where his palm and my palm touched the first day we met. I barely whispered, “Brandon, I don’t understand.” The dizzy, lightheaded feeling was back. Brandon obviously didn’t understand the concept of personal space either as he pulled himself even closer to me. “I know. I’m sorry. We don’t have much time. You’re in danger.” “What do …” I started to lean back, but Brandon’s hands clasped to either side of my face and he pressed his smooth lips to mine. "
― Jordan Deen , The Crescent
