»Her cheeks felt flushed as she turned. “I’m sorry, I—”
Thomas dangled her discarded slippers before her and pressed them into her hands. “Don’t be sorry. We are just discovering what works for you,” he said.«
Fuck me, I’m crying. This is the kind of love and understanding and being *seen* I want (and they’re barely friends at this point!!)
— Sep 10, 2025 04:47AM
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