“I'm sorry." He sounds so distraught, so forlorn. I hate that. Tilting his head closer, his lips brush mine when he speaks. "Don't leave me." And then he kisses me.” — Monica Murphy Copy Share Image
“I grip him. "Don’t leave me." He kisses my lips, "Never again. This isn’t me leaving you. This is me choosing you." He throws my words back at me. He kisses me once more and then pushes off. He leaves… — Tara Brown Copy Share Image
