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“Are you going to kill me?” I ask her. “This looks like the kind of place where someone gets whacked.” She smirks. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have a much better plan than this.” “Can you believe that’s not at all comforting?”

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If We Were a Movie

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“This leads to the basement?” I ask. “No, it goes to Narnia, but we like to call it the basement,” Amira says, grinning. I reach out to flick her, but she grabs my hand, pulling me close until we’re practically nose to nose. “Hi,” she says. “Hi,” I say back. I’m smiling now too. She brings her lips down to mine, and everything else around us fades away as she kisses me. I was worried that maybe the other day was a fluke. That we were just so caught up in the moment, and that’s why it felt so amazing. But I’m happy to discover I was totally wrong. This kiss is just as wonderful as the last, and my stomach feels like it’s doing backflips.”

“When we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard. “Going forward let’s not wait so long to do that again,” Amira says. “I can skip a dance class or two.” I shake my head. “Nope, nope. Kisses only come when we do the work we’re supposed to.” Amira pouts. “But that’s no fun.” “Where is the bossy girl from five minutes ago?” I ask, laughing. “She melted away with your kisses,” Amira says, before pressing her lips back against mine again. Despite what I just said, when she pulls away a moment later, it feels much too soon. “Okay, back to work mode,” she says. She steps away from me, as if distance will make this thing between us feel less all-consuming than it is. “I may need your help pulling this open,” Amira adds, moving to the door. “It can be tricky.” “Sure, okay.” I hover behind her as she inserts the key and gives it a turn while pulling on the metal handle.”

“Amira makes room for me, and I come up around her and also grip the handle, my hands resting above hers on the bar. “One, two, three . . . !” she says, and we pull hard. The door jerks back and Amira falls into me, but I instinctively grab her waist, steadying her. “Nice catch,” she says, patting my hand that has somehow come to rest on her stomach. I quickly pull it away, before I do something stupid like hold her there against me, her back to my front. “No problem,” I choke out.”