JAMESON HAWTHORNE
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His hand cupped the side of your face as his gaze fell to the disk in your hand. He pulled his hand back once you leaned into it, his breath went ragged.
"When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me- just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you." His voice broke slightly.
"Tails, you kiss me. And either way it means something."