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As Emmett rambles through his apology, I walk over to him, take his face into my hands, and pull him in for a kiss. He's surprised but relaxes into it. Kissing Emmett always makes my stomach feel like a swirl of colors—like when you rinse out a set of watercolors and all the reds, and greens, and blues, and yellows mix together before circling down the drain.