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“He was broken out of his mild state of panic by Harry’s elbow knocking against his, cigarette held loosely in his fingers. Louis took it back silently, immediately raising it back to his lips and sucking down most of what was left on one deep breath. He wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but the end of the filter felt cool against his lips; the ghost of a little bit of saliva left from Harry’s mouth. Bad form, Louis thought. He wasn’t lying about not really being a smoker.
He’d smoked it close enough to the filter to justify stubbing it out against the porch step and tossing the butt into the dust of the front yard, so he did, because he couldn’t get the thought of tasting Harry’s lips – however faintly and indirectly – out of his head.”
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