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Cassie's mouth tastes of champagne, even when she hasn't been drinking. She tastes fizzy and wild, untamed and beautiful, and every single touch of her lips leaves sparkling joy behind.

Sam's mouth tastes of honey, even when he hasn't been eating. He tastes sweet and rich, stable and grounded in a way that he certainly isn’t, and every single brush of his mouth leaves him feeling far happier than he deserves.

He wonders what his mouth must take like, whenever either of them kisses him. Probably of shadows and instability, the copper tang of a fuck up waiting to happen.