“You can be on my team.”
“And what position will i play on your team?”
“At the five spot..”
“Center,” he says linking our fingers and toying with the hair hanging on my shoulder. “If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at five.”
OH I GIVE UP😭❤️❤️❤️
— Jan 19, 2026 07:09PM
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