Valentino is coming down the stairs, and I rise to meet him at the door. He’s carrying my laptop, and the closer he gets, the louder his cries become. I open my arms for a hug instead of clenching my fists like I want to because I’m so pissed that even with death on the horizon his parents couldn’t get their shit together. Valentino doesn’t come in for the hug, he tosses the laptop on the couch and grabs my face and kisses me. It’s not passionate like the first one on the Brooklyn Bridge, which is great because I don’t care that my family can see us but I’m not ready for them to watch me go in
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