"I slowly turned to face him. Shadows fell in the hollows of his face. Tom was beautiful under the night sky, but he wasn’t Jesse. He wasn’t the boy I saw behind my eyes when I laid down at night. Still I wanted to kiss him. My lips pulled for his. I wanted to feel some kind of warmth, some physical connection to what my heart felt inside. But, no. It wasn’t fair to Tom. I turned back to my tree, running my fingers over the crude engraving. I didn’t want to leave it. Not ever. But I had to remember the reason I was here. Not the real reason, but the cover story."
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