[ He knows this game, the one of distraction, that soft, soothing voice compelling him with absolute absurdities until it's all he can dwell on and only then does Nate realize his fly is open. Ten goddamn years and he's as predictable as ever, but Nate knows the angle and feels the draft when his hips and stomach are exposed. ]
You know.
[ He says wryly, clenching and unclenching his fists for that brief pull on the hair in his hands. ]
This has got to be the most romantic conversation we've had to date.
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You know.
[ He says wryly, clenching and unclenching his fists for that brief pull on the hair in his hands. ]
This has got to be the most romantic conversation we've had to date.