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she said, trying to cool her cheeks and manage some sort of composure. Then she moved away and stood closer to the courtesy phone. She leaned against the pillar and tried to look for her date. But the guy with the trash can wasn’t leaving. He set the bin down near a chair, came around, and leaned against the pillar beside her. “Was your gum grape or raisin flavored?” “Those are the same,” Helen said, still scanning the room and not looking at the man next to her. “It just depends on whether or not the French side of the package is showing.”

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I say and he grabs his little dinosaur teddy and snuggles it. "Mama says you are my zia" "What does Zia mean?" I question, I really need to learn Italian. "It means auntie, you are my auntie" He whispers and I give him a soft smile and my heart warms up. I place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Enzo" I whisper turning off his lamp and quietly closing his bedroom door.

he said. “What time was that?” James asked him. He pushed his glasses up his nose. “It was around 9, this morning.” Kiran and Levi walked outside, and James and I trailed behind them. Levi was on his phone again, and we caught the last bit of his conversation. “... yeah, look for traffic cameras, any person driving too fast or too slow … 9 this morning … see if there are any store cameras, and send me what you find.” It felt like I was in a daze as Levi pocketed his phone, and I looked at their grim faces.

Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to settle deep in your chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved across the space with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the gap until you could feel the heat radiating from him. When his hands finally found your waist, they were steady and warm, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat—fast, rhythmic, and echoing your own.

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"