[ There's probably a lot of things they could and should talk about. Things that Andy only knows the surface of — things that she's glimpsed simply by being peripheral to it all. But Emily's kissing her back, and Andy doesn't have the sense or self-control to pull away before she has to. Instead, she lifts one hand to cup the line of Emily's jaw, tilting her face so that she can kiss her harder, deeper — letting slip a little hint of the hunger that was interrupted the night Emily couldn't sleep. ]
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