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She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Aiden’s words echoed in my mind, each one like a dagger twisting deeper into my chest. "Then let him find out. I never wanted to marry you in the first place anyway."* I had always known. Aiden, meanwhile, had already stood up, completely unbothered, as if last night had meant nothing. He reached for his robe, tying it lazily around his waist, his muscles flexing as he moved. His nonchalant attitude only made my heart ache more.

“I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.” “I’m gonna miss you.” “Good. Don’t touch yourself or anything.” When he opened the book, I bit my bottom lip and did a finger-cross in my head. I laughed. “I’m not making any promises.” “To My Amazing Devoted Daring Exceptional Noble beau,” he read it aloud and smiled. “It’s me, right?” “Isn’t it obvious? Those letters in caps?” It read MADDEN. “Fuck.” He grinned and kissed me loudly. “I love you, baby. You didn’t have to dedicate this book to me because I don’t think I deserve it, but fuck yeah. I’m blessed, honored, and grateful. Thank you.”

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

“I was ready to sabotage it all. But then I passed this little shop—a bookstore. And in the window was this quote painted on glass: ‘What if the love you’re avoiding is exactly what you need?’” He gave a half-laugh. “I stopped. Just stood there like an idiot for ten minutes.” I touched his arm. “That’s when I realized,” he continued. “I wasn’t afraid of you hurting me. I was afraid of you healing me.” I leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “I can’t promise I won’t hesitate again,” he whispered. “But I promise I won’t run.” “You don’t have to be perfect,” I whispered back. “You just have to stay.”

His hands moved over me like he couldn’t get close enough, and the rhythm of rain outside seemed to echo the quiet urgency between us. When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered, “You’re impossible, you know that?” Roman smiled, his eyes dark and bright all at once. “You married impossible.” We stayed tangled together on the couch for a long time, the fire crackling low. He traced invisible shapes on my thigh, his voice a husky whisper in the quiet. “You know,” he said, “I used to think love was something you had to earn. Something that came with conditions. But with you… it just exists. Like breathing.”

Romeo asked, flashing a bright smile at me. "Perfect even though I haven't started picking books." I responded. "Good. You can go on with picking books. I want to go to the next building in order to get snacks." "You don't have to worry about getting snacks. The date is already perfect." "Let me worry, babe. I will be back in a few minutes. " Romeo insisted and left the bookstore. I was so lucky. I was dating a perfectionist. Romeo was so perfect. What he did today made me love him more.

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he replied shaking my hand sparks shooting up my arms. "So you're a romantic?" I ask He shakes his head as if getting out of a trance "What?" He questions coming back to earth I gesture to the book Romeo and Juliet "I didn't picture that" I replied He snickers "Well haven't you heard don't judge a book by its cover," He says with a teasing smile I manage a small laugh, the school bell rings "That's my queue" I say a smile planted on my face. "Uh it was nice to meet you I'll see you around Roselle..." He said as I walkout