"How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to."

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I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly. The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds.

— Erin Morgenstern