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I turn to my pretend boyfriend who has obviously been keeping a huge secret from me. “So, Simba—” “Fuck me,” Damon mumbles. “You didn’t tell me you were famous.” “Because I knew you’d call me fucking Simba.”
Why explore the rest of the world when the person who makes it go ’round is the man standing in front of me?
I kiss him again. “You remember when we first met and I told you I felt like I don’t belong?” Damon nods. “I found it—where I’m supposed to be. It’s with you.”