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“I kissed him,” he said flatly.
why would you say that
Alexander stared at him for a moment before suddenly gripping his throat, leaning in and fitting their mouths together.
“Успокойтесь, пожалуйста, господин Кабенов,” Alexander said, in what sounded like Russian. “Давайте поговорим спокойно, как взрослые люди.”
Christian yelped as he was yanked off the couch by a very angry-looking Alexander.
I’m just saying sometimes love isn’t pretty. It’s not neat, and it’s not textbook perfect. There’s no template for love. Sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes it’s a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.”
“I want a massage,” Gabriel said. “And he’s not your guest. I bet he’s from your family. He looks like a pale version of you—”
“My advice to you: fuck whatever issues you have. Don’t overthink it. Obsession, love—it doesn’t matter what you call it. They’re just words. If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. I wish I could.”
Sometimes love isn’t pretty. It’s not neat, and it’s not textbook perfect. There’s no template for love. Sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes it’s a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.
He had the potential to turn into a creepy stalker if Christian rejected him. Jesus. Christian had better not reject him.
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If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. So he did.
