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I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

Intrigued now, I Lift the paper out for a different approach and uncover what looks like the top of a pair of shoes, peeking out of the overzealous amount of pink tissue strands. Moving more pink shreds, my heart literally leaps and does a little somersault as I realize it’s the shoes I told him I wanted for my birthday. I know he had these bookmarked on his laptop because I sent him about forty links, so he wouldn’t get them wrong. I pull out the pastel glittered stilettos with a squeal and curse myself for not opening these before going back to New York. They are beautiful designer shoes in a classic style but with a unicorn themed twist, I flip one over and see the emblazoned designer nam

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"Bad day?" "Not exactly." That meant yes, and he leaned back instead of arguing. The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. Elias had become good at sitting with me without turning every quiet moment into a question. The small silver bookmark rested beside the folder, catching the dining-room light. It was nothing expensive or particularly remarkable, just a tiny engraved star near the top. He'd found it because I'd complained about folding the corners of books whenever I was too distracted to find a bookmark. I'd laughed when he'd given it to me, and he'd insisted it was necessary because I kept destroying books. I didn't destroy them, I folded the pages, which was different. He said i

“I hate how perfect this is. My brand is ruined.” A few feet away, Keyu was leafing through a book with a bewildered expression. Small, handwritten notes were tucked into every other page, the margins blooming with ink. “You actually annotated this?” he asked, his thumb tracing a line of Astrella’s handwriting. “Consider it a limited edition,” she said, her tone light but her gaze lingering. “Don’t get used to the effort.” A loud, booming laugh erupted from Fabio. He held up a sweater that was so aggressively festive, complete with a light-up reindeer, it practically hurt to look at. “Is this a declaration of war, Astrella?”

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

"Alright, let's continue." We had finally circled the entire store and filled the basket with a bunch of things he would like. The Captain America shirt being one, along with a giant pack of Sour Patch Kids and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies even though I was pretty sure he had them all. Still, it was on sale, and I was not going to miss a bargain. In addition to that, we also threw in a Starbucks gift card, a pack of prisma color markers since he told me once he loved to draw when ever he actually had time, and lastly a book that contained endless photos and information of outer space. I was taking a risk putting the book in there, because I was the only one that knew he was abso

I stared at the book cover and saw something weird. On the top left side of the cover of the book, was a sticker of something blue... Once I recognized it my eyes widened. It was a...smurf sticker? I double-checked and saw I was right. The smurf sticker was staring back at me, a big smile on his face. He was jumping, happy. I got the other series to check if there were other stickers also. Alas, every single one of the books has different stickers of smurfs doing different poses on the top of the book covers.

I definitely did not want a stuffed animal yet I was able to pull up a smile that barely reached my cheeks. "I really have to throw that book away." He said, sighing and making me chuckle. "Don't worry, I bought a second back up." He said, flipping his hand like a magician and boom, sat a large box in his hand wrapped with a red bow. It made me peer up, wanting to see what it was but failing. "It's chocolates." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!