Tears gather at the sides of my cheesy-twilight-eyes from the lack of blinking. The stare-off champ gives in, dramatically closing and opening his eyes. As soon as he’s done, I follow suit. He reaches a calloused hand up to swipe at my tears. “Had to give in. Can’t have you crying on our first date,” he shakes his head, “or ever.” “We’re not on a date, McCoy.”
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— Jun 21, 2024 12:41AM
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