She thought she would never see him again just moments before. He had walked out, promising never to return, but now here he was, warm underneath her fingertips and kissing her like he'd been away for years, not minutes, as the rain fell down around them.

When he said I had a smile "to die for", a sip of poison slipped into my veins as I recalled Orwell's advice they you should never use a metaphor or simile that you are used to hearing or seeing in print.

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