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Isaac’s lips are soft and pliant against the harsh demand of Erica’s kiss. She tastes the coffee he claims to disdain and a hint of the blueberry muffin he’d had with it. Underneath it all, there’s him.
When their kiss breaks, she presses her forehead against his and breathes deeply. His are shallower. “You have to,” she whispers between breaths.
“I told you. I can’t.”
“What have they ever done for us? Derek made us soldiers and Scott is just a kid. He can’t do anything, you can’t either. You’re not a hero.”
He smiles wryly. “I have to try.”