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A Night at the Tropicana A Night at the Tropicana by Chanel Cleeton
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“The problem with being a hopeless romantic is that when you meet the right woman, and you lose her, well—every other date fails to measure up to the one perfect night you spent together.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“He holds out his hand to me, and I am at once eighteen and forty-eight, in Havana and in Miami, and we are both where we were that magical night and on the precipice of something new, something I can’t wait to explore.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“He nods, and then we’re kissing again, and it’s strange how you can learn someone’s body so quickly, how the sum of our parts can become something new and different when fused with another.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“sometimes life is filled with unexplainable magic, and there’s nothing wrong with a little romance.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“It’s silly to feel as though I am losing something. That tug I feel pulling me closer to him, a gossamer thread that connects us through the crowded cabaret. As much as its existence confuses me, as much as I wish it were otherwise, it’s there, joining us together beneath the stars.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“and then we’re kissing again, and it’s strange how you can learn someone’s body so quickly,”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“As he hands it to me, our fingers graze, and then curl, hooking on to each other, the slip of paper passing between us like a secret we’re both desperate to keep.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“We break apart reluctantly. With each hour we spend in each other’s company, it becomes clear our time together is winding down, that all we were meant to have is this one night together before I go back to my real life and he returns to his.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana
“palatable.”
Chanel Cleeton, A Night at the Tropicana