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“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.” — Zakiya N. Jamal