Everything was out of order and she was going to LA the next morning; he’d worry she didn’t mean it and she’d worry herself, forget, maybe, what it felt like until she remembered again.
But… She loved him. Actually, she did. She couldn’t hold that in forever, could she?
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ninetydegrees
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2012-05-21 00:52 (UTC)But… She loved him. Actually, she did. She couldn’t hold that in forever, could she?
*sigh*
I adore this story.