"Erik, I’ve had quite enough of this silly game now. If you don’t tell me what you want straightaway, you will have nothing at all."
He jumped at the sharpness of my tone and began to twist a napkin between his thin fingers.
"I want—I want two…"
He stopped and put his hands on the table, as though to steady himself.
"For God’s sake!" I snapped. "Two what?"
He looked up at me.
"Kisses," he whispered tremulously. "One now and one to save."
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