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“But I can’t sit here and watch you drown in your own head all night. You need air. Noise. Something to remind you the world’s still moving outside that bedroom door.” I looked up at him. “Where?” “Velvet Night. Hotel and club in the same tower. Neutral ground I've been dying for us buddies to go there together but you never had time ... .you were either too busy with work or too in love to join me. The best part is there's no one we know, no memories, just bass and bodies. You don’t have to drink, don’t have to talk. Just sit in the dark with me until your brain stops screaming.”

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“I miss you. Like, physically ache-from-it miss you. Forty-two nights of having you every single night and now I’m lying here wondering how the hell I’m supposed to sleep without your hand on my tattoo.” Damien’s eyes darkened with emotion. He leaned closer to the camera like he could reach through it. “I miss you too. So much it’s driving me insane. The penthouse is too quiet. The bed feels wrong without you in it. I keep reaching for you in my sleep and waking up disappointed. I even caught myself ordering Thai food for two tonight before I remembered.” Kai let out a watery laugh. “We’re pathetic.”

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Without you, I'm just a sad song. I'm just a sad song. With you I fall. It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall. With you I'm a beautiful mess. It's like we're standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge. So stop time right here in the moonlight, 'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes. Without you, I feel broke. Like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold.