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There’s a special kind of magic on nights like this, a certain sort of nostalgia when the past intermingles with the present and flirts with the future.
And isn’t it silly to love the way someone’s things look like next to yours? Little bits and pieces of lives lived in parallel.
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What I wouldn’t do for Detective Stabler right about now.
“I’m going to kiss you, and we’re going to deal with it like two mature, consenting adults. And when I come back, and when Evelyn is here, you won’t be worked up about it. And it will be fine.”
“Meaning if we’re here, and I want to press you into the countertop and see what you taste like, then I can try that.”
“Why are we slow-dancing?” Luka rests his chin on top of my head. “This is how my parents argued,” he confesses quietly, a grin in his voice. “Or I guess, this is how they had big conversations. My dad said he liked to keep my mom close, but I really think he wanted a way to politely restrain her.”
“I know you can take care of yourself. You’ve been doing that as long as I’ve known you. But let me hold your hand while you do it, okay?”
“I’m in love with you,” he says, frustrated and shirtless in my bed. He yells it at me, really, his dark eyebrows angry slashes over his eyes. “I’m in love with you and I want to be with you.”
I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways.
