“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
Robert’s fingers tugged at the button of my jeans and he said, “I want to make you feel good.” He kissed my nose, and I thought about telling him that was impossible. My nose belonged to my father. My mother had once belonged to my father. Robert belonged to a girl named Kaitlyn.
Robert kissed his way down my abdomen, lingering on my hip bone, the same spot I used to put a sticker in the summer to chart the progress of my tan. I wondered if Robert remembered this. If he was thinking about the times we’d lain together on our grassy suburban lawns, every third house exactly alike.
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