“Are those for me?” he asked, his voice light and teasing. “Yes,” Obiora said, deciding not to crack a joke instead like he wanted to. “Oh,” Ejiro breathed, probably surprised at the seriousness, but obviously pleased. Obiora handed over the flowers with a slight bow. “My love.” Though no red showed up on his deep, lovely dark skin, Obiora could tell Ejiro was blushing furiously. “Stop it,” he said, and then shyly, “Thank you.” Obiora held a hand out, his heart skipping a beat when Ejiro didn’t hesitate to tangle their fingers. They left the station like that, hand in hand, and like the rest
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