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New Bellarke fanfiction
He tasted like joy, and joy tasted better on Earth by
MidnightRocket
What if Bellamy did hear all the radio messages left by Clarke?
"The next thing I know his lips are on mine. My arms wrap around his neck on instinct and I kiss him back easily, as if I’ve kissed him a million times before, as if this is natural to us. His grip is tight around me almost as if he fears I’ll move away..."















