Page 525 of You felt Familiar
“Pain?”
“No.”
“Fear?”
“A little.”
“Regret?”
He looked at me.
“No.”
Warmth filled my chest.
“Do you?”
“No.”
“You wanted more.”
“Yes.”
His mouth tightened.
I touched the back of his hand.
“Wanting more does not make stopping a failure.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“More than I did before.”
He retrieved the folded rules and uncapped the pen he had left on the side table.
Beneath the final line, he wrote:
STOPPED AT TEN. STILL GOOD.
He showed me.
“That is accurate.”
Noah leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“Next time, twelve minutes.”
“Reckless.”
“Medical progress.”
He stood carefully.
“Dishes?”
“Together.”
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