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8. NOT MY ELIO

Elio changed the sheets and made the bed. He took out my heating pads, setting them up before mentioning for me to walk over. My body stood like a tree, dumbfounded as I watched with my brain having thrown the towel. I finally snapped into a walk, sinking into the opened cover, and snuggled in. He tucked me in as if I was his little princess which I would not mind being, honestly. I did not fail to notice the blanket added for me, not wanting me to get cold at all. He pulled out the remotes for the television, turned it on then lowered to place a kiss on my forehead.

My world was spinning so fast I would faint.

My father was the last person to lay his lips on my forehead before Elio yet Elio’s was way different. It had my heart just explode with such emotions, feeling the tears creep up but I swallowed them back. Butterflies flapped in my belly with such vengeance. I found myself scared because I had never felt such intense feelings pour over me. As cold as it was with the wind heard
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