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We were lying on our backs next to each other, everything hidden by the covers, and after a second I reached over for his thigh and let my hand trail downward to the stump, the thick scarred skin.
I held the stump for a second. He flinched. "It hurts?" I asked.
"No," he said.
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me."You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg.
"I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed.
"I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.
I held the stump for a second. He flinched. "It hurts?" I asked.
"No," he said.
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me."You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg.
"I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed.
"I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.
Hazel Grace Lancaster, as the Narrator of John Green's "The Fault in Our Stars"
