“Attached? Is that like there’s an invisible thread going from here.” Tim put his hand on his heart. “To here,” he touched Lance’s breastbone, his eyes wide and purposefully dewy. “And if we got too far apart it would snap and I would commence to bleed inwardly?” Lance rolled his eyes. “God help me. Now it’s Jane Eyre.” “Aha! How do you know it’s Jane Eyre?” Lance’s face went a little pink.
Own your Eyre fandom, Lance! 🤣
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