He let me pass out on his shoulder even though my breathing tickled his skin. When I woke up, he told me he tried to synchronize his breathing with mine, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a happier Tuesday morning in my life.

It’s nice knowing a boy that still likes me sober. I’m really glad I didn’t kiss someone else.

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