A/N: I appreciate my faithful readers, and welcome new ones. This story has been added to favourites quite a bit, but it'd be cool if you dropped a line. No warnings really, just cuteness. This won't be a dirty smutty fic, just a 'dorable one.

Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show or John Lennon or anything else mentioned here. And yes, The Don Cesar Beach Resort is real. I visited it once and it's fucking gorgeous and pink.


My fingers were sticky with sweat as they held fast to Hyde's. I remembered taking them last night and holding them throughout sleep. It felt nice and I liked the fact that he didn't recoil or kick my ass. But now, as I looked at our fingers meshed together, I wondered what it meant. I wondered why it felt so natural to hold his hands in between mine, why I liked it, why I wanted him to never let go.

"Just because you want to hold my hand doesn't make you homosexual." His voice was gruff, heavy with sleep. I lifted my eyes to his, heat rising up my neck. I stammered. "I didn't say anything."

He had a sneer on his lips, the one that told me he knew what I was thinking. He still didn't let go of my hand.

We lay on our backs, looking up at the tiles on the ceiling. The clock told us it was 10 in the morning and we were only halfway through Georgia. I was so excited to get to Florida, so exhilarated for Hyde to show me the lay of the land. My thumb had begun moving over his, just like it did last night and I felt him sigh happily.

"Why aren't you kicking my ass?" I asked, turning my head slightly. He shrugged against his pillow, his eyes meeting mine. "For holding your hand?" he asked and I nodded in reply. "Because it feels nice."

"Eric, you know me," he went on, his voice scratchy and rough, "and yet you still hang out with me. I trust you."

I trust you. I relished in those words, feeling warmth spread through me. "I trust you too, Hyde," I muttered, my eyes falling shut. He held my hand tighter in response.

We lay in the quiet and I felt myself falling back to sleep. Hyde moved next to me, and I felt warm lips against my palm, and then air.

xxx

After lunch, we checked out of the hotel and he took the first driving shift of the day. I put an AC/DC tape in and we tapped our feet to it. "Why is it raining so much?" I complained as water fell from the sky, a slight whine to my voice. He shrugged, muttering something about the time of year.

"Florida won't be like that though, don't worry," he assured me and I believed him. I fiddled with my cigarette, ash falling onto my jeans. I wanted to talk about last night, I just didn't know how to approach the matter, how to bring it up without him hiding away.

"Eric, we don't have to talk about my mom anymore. I said all that was in me last night." I looked at him, eyebrows raised. "How do you do that?" He grinned in an innocent manner, "What?" "You know exactly what I'm thinking." A shrug of the shoulders. "You're not very hard to read."

I didn't know if I should have been offended or not. I took it as both, and curled deeper into the seat, looking over at him.

"What are you looking at?" It was my turn to grin and shrug. "Nothing, I just want to talk to you." He groaned. "You're such a fucking woman, Forman." I frowned, puffing at my cigarette. "Am not."

He laughed slightly. "What do you want to talk about?" he turned down the radio. "Everything, tell me everything."

He took a breath, looking at me, glaring. "Fine, ask away." I grinned, satisfied. "Hm… Did you sleep with Pam Macy that night of the prom?" He threw his head back, laughing. "No, God Forman I'm not Fez." I grinned at his response.

"OK, OK. Did you really like Donna a few years ago?" He fell silent, shooting me a look, "I told you you're not allowed to talk about her." I shrugged. "I'm not. You are." He sighed, scratching his chin. "Yes, I did. I did since middle school and I was going to ask her out, but you beat me to it. And here we are."

I fell quiet. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, but he laughed. "Man, it's all right. She's not right for either of us, anyway." Sighing, I nodded, knowing he was right, but not wanting to. "Next question?"

I wracked my brain, picking out one that I had been dying to know for ages. "Do you really love Jackie?" This time I thought he was going to punch me, but he merely pointed out that he wasn't allowed to talk about her either. "You can for now."

He rolled his eyes, agitated. "Yes," he said after a minute, "I did." "Did?" "Did. Jackie, she's always trying to make me be someone I'm not. It's like she has this perfect little world inside her head that she thinks everyone else has to believe in. But it's never reality." He was ranting now, heating up, angry. "We're too different. And at first that was hot, that was cool, it was a nice break from every other girl. And maybe one day when she got her head out of the clouds, we would have ended up married. But she pushed me and I don't like being pushed, you know that!" He huffed, thumping his fingers on the steering wheel. "It's over between us, though, I decided that."

"Why did you tell her to wait though, Hyde? She thinks she has a chance." He sighed. "I thought we did too, but I don't know, I finally got to think on this trip and she's not what I want." He met my eyes for a moment and I felt my heart speed up.

Coughing, I scratched my nose. "OK, OK, no more Jackie questions." He gave me a grateful look. "Um…" I was hesitant about the next question, but I knew I wanted to ask it. "Are you glad you live with my family?"

He tore his eyes from the road, looking at me. "Of course I am. Otherwise I'd be living alone eating ketchup off of crackers. Eric, do you remember the day you came over with a sandwich for me?" I nodded my head, swallowing hard.

"You were, like, the first person that showed any interest in helping me. Most of those other guys, my other "friends", just wanted drugs, but you actually wanted to be my friend and you wanted to hang out with me and that was… nice. And then you wanted me to hang out in your basement with your friends, and I don't know, I guess I knew you were really my best friend then. And your mom, and even your dad, actually cared about me. Your whole family is like Mr. freaking Rogers. Even Laurie is like the sister I never had."

I blinked, "Why are you opening up to me so easily? I thought I would have to like get you wasted first." He grinned. "Didn't you hear what I said this morning? I trust you. And you asked and I dunno, I guess I owe you that much." I smiled, looking down, blushing slightly. I felt nervous and jumpy and I didn't know why. I felt like I was invading in on him, but at the same time welcome.

"You're such a girl," he muttered, smiling slightly. I fought back with an 'I'm not' and he dropped it.

"Anymore questions?" I thought and then shook my head, "But I'll probably think of more later." He seemed content with that, and turned the volume of the radio back up.

"Forman," he said a few minutes later and I looked over at him. He hesitated. "Do you think when we get to Florida we could, I dunno, maybe stop off at my grandmas?" I grinned slightly and nodded, "Yeah, that'd be cool. You could introduce me to everyone." He grinned back, an excited glint in his eyes.

I now figured out why he hid behind his glasses. He could display any emotion on his face despite what was inside, but his eyes always gave him away.

They always gave him away.


"Eric," I whispered in the dark car, looking over at my sleeping friend. "Eric!" His breathing sped up and he sat up, his hair sticking out in every direction; I grinned. "We'll be in Florida in 10 minutes; I thought I'd wake you up." His grin was visible even in the dark and he bounced impatiently on the edge of his seat.

"Are you excited?" he asked in a sleepy whisper. I shrugged but inside I was thrilled. The scenery was all ready changing underneath the street lights, familiar and comforting.

I turned up the radio and Eric's ears perked up. "Are you listening to Elton John?" "Erm…" I thought he would piss his pants in excitement as he sang along. Shaking my head, I joined in under my breath.

"Look," I said, pointing my finger to a spot 2 feet ahead of us. He dove into his bag, rustling out his camera and clicking a picture of the Florida welcome sign.

Sighing, he settled back down in his seat. "I'm tired," he complained and I couldn't argue. I had been driving almost the whole day and my stomach ached with hunger. "I don't think we'll get to my grandma's tonight, so it'll have to be another hotel," I mumbled, driving onto the off ramp and off the freeway.

We kept our eyes peeled for a hotel, ready to settle for the first one we saw. I heard Eric's stomach grumble over the music and he blushed, wrapping his arms around himself.

xxx

The empty McDonald's bags lay on the ground and us on the bed. I held the phone in my lap, fumbling around in my wallet for the familiar slip of paper with the number. Eric sat next to me, legs crossed, twitching in anticipation.

"Ha," I said, pulling it out, laying it flat on the bed. My tongue between teeth, I carefully dialed the number and pressed the phone to my ear, cradling it underneath my shoulder. "It's ringing," I murmured to him.

"Hello?" It was a gruff unfamiliar voice and I felt my spirits drop. What if they moved? It's been over five years; they probably live somewhere else… "Hello?"

I cleared my throat.

"Um, yes, is… is Judith there?" I heard the man on the other line sigh, shuffle the phone.

"No, son, she's not. Judith Cree has been dead for almost four years now."

My heart sunk into my stomach, and I felt the phone slip through my fingers. I managed to hold it in a sweaty grip, stammering for my words. "O-oh, all right, thanks anyway." The click on the other line rung through my ears, but yet I still held the phone.

"Hyde?" His voice was somewhere near my shoulder. "Hyde?" I felt him taking the phone from me and my hands dropped on my lap. His voice questioned the phone before he finally set it down. He shook me. He begged me.

I cleared my throat. "She passed away." I looked over at him, wishing I had my glasses now more then ever. I saw his face fall, pity etched on every inch of it and I wanted to hit it off. "Its fine," I said before he could speak and I shrugged. "Honestly, it's OK."

He didn't look convinced. "Hyde, it's your grandmother, it's not OK." I felt his hand on my arm and I pulled away, flopping backwards against a pillow. "What do you want me to do, Forman, cry?"

"Yes," he pouted, falling down next to me. I grinned and turned on my side, looking at him. "Seriously, it'll be fine, all right? I mean…" I picked at the blanket uncomfortably, "it would have been nice if they would have called us or something, but you know whatever." I looked back up at him. "Stop feeling sympathetic for me, Forman, or I'll kick your ass."

He grinned slightly. "You're allowed to be sad in front of me. I know how you bottle things up, but you don't have to." He pressed a finger to his lips. "I won't tell." I laughed and I felt something rise up in me. I didn't know what it was at first, but then I remembered. It was the feeling I got before I kissed a girl for the first time. I furrowed my brow, swallowing hard, trying to shake it off. But I wanted nothing more then to grab his hand again.

"Are you OK, man?" he asked, looking curiously at me. "You look like you're going to be sick." I just looked at him for a moment, unsure, frozen, and fucking scared.

"Eric?" I asked nervously, "would you hold my hand?" He blinked and I thought I saw his mouth twitch. He sighed, looking back up at the ceiling and I felt his hand move towards mine, my fingers soon tangled with his.

"Hyde, is it bad that I like this?" I heard him mutter and I could only shrug in response. "Is it bad that I don't want to not like this?"

He turned his head and looked at me, confused. "What?" I just laughed, holding his hand tighter.

I closed my eyes and we lay in silence for a few moments and I felt the anger of the previous phone call slip away. I felt him move next to me, flipping the lamp next to him off, engulfing us in the dark. "Are you going to sleep?" I asked.

In reply I felt his lips on the side of my mouth, soft and warm. I turned my face toward him, pressing back against him, tasting him. He tasted like cigarettes and the crappy coffee we had picked up at the gas station that morning. He tasted like sweetness and everything good in my life and I didn't want to stop kissing him even though it was wrong and I should be kicking his skinny ass for this, but I didn't want to, I just wanted to keep my mouth to his forever.

He pulled away and we looked at each other in the dark, his eyes shining with a million questions. "Don't say anything," I muttered and he asked me why. "Because you'll ruin it."


Oh. My. God. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I kiss him, why? And why did I like it and why do I want to go it again and why…

I felt him move in his sleep. Sighing, I turned on my side, my back to him and went over the evening.

After we kissed, I laid back down. I felt him letting go of my fingers and I knew he was as scared as I was, I could tell by the way he said goodnight. But he had obviously liked it, because he kissed me back and that's what confused me more.

I thought about Donna. She still was attractive. I thought about Charlie's Angels and they still turned me on. I thought about Hyde and God, I just wanted to hold his hand and kiss him all night.

What. The. Hell?

Am I gay all of a sudden? I mean, in high school it was a stupid joke that I was gay, but I mean, I didn't think it was true, Donna didn't, none of my friends did.

My heart was pounding a thousand miles per hour in my chest and I thought I was going to puke, My head ached and the room spun around and part of me wanted Hyde to beat me up so I wouldn't do it again and another part wanted him to kiss me all over.

I groaned into my pillow, hiding away my confusion and aches.

xxx

The next morning I woke to find Hyde sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"Hey," I said, stretching. He looked at me and nodded, "Hey." "You OK?" I asked, curling under the blanket against the morning air. He shrugged which I took as a yes. "Oh."

He stood up and walked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "Hyde," I said, sitting up, my hands falling into my lap. "About last night, I'm sorry… It was stupid." He turned around and looked at me. "Oh, yeah, definitely."

He avoided my eye, walking to the other end of the room. "Wait a minute… You liked it didn't you?" He spun around, glaring at me, ready to beat my ass.

Instead he sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting next to me, facing me. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked simply. I struggled for an answer, nerves rising in me. "I… don't know," I mumbled somewhat lamely. He looked disappointed.

"I mean, it was just this feeling in me and I was nervous and I couldn't stop myself." Oh God, I sounded like an idiot. I buried my face in my hands and groaned. "It's OK," he said, "I know what you mean." I looked up, "You do?"

"Eric, do you want to kiss me again?"

This had to be a trick question. He couldn't be kidding me. Of course I didn't… did I? "If you don't, just say no and we'll pretend it didn't happen." I wanted to say no and put everything behind us and I had opened my mouth to do it.

"And if I do want to?" He smiled slightly and leaned forward, catching my bottom lip between both of his and I tasted the same wonderful taste as last night. I felt my hands resting on his shoulder and I sighed happily into his mouth.

We broke apart and I felt myself fluttering inside, nervous, just like the first time I kissed Donna. "So what now?" I asked. He bit the inside of his lip in thought and I found it absolutely adorable and before I could stop myself, I flew at him, kissing him again. He laughed in my mouth, taking my face in his hands. "That's what."

And he kissed the life out of me for an hour.

xxx

He didn't hold my hand when we left for the car and I was glad. I was so nervous and new at this I didn't even know if that was allowed.

"Do you want to go talk somewhere?" he asked me as I started the car. "You want to talk?" I asked slowly and he nodded his head so I agreed. He gave me directions to the freeway that I would take for 30 minutes and then I would get off on San Clarita Ave.

His fingers held mine and he sang Elton John to me as I drove and I found it hard to pay attention to the road and I wanted nothing more then to pull the car over and kiss him again.

"Get off here," he said gently, pointing a few lanes over. I cut a few people off and drove 5 miles over the speed limit to please him, merging as fast as I could on the off ramp. He guided me through the beach city, past the busy streets, past the dillholes on bicycles.

10 minutes later we pulled into an empty parking lot and I peered out the window and down the hill of sand to see an empty beach. We slipped out of our seatbelts and shut the car up and I felt myself nearly skipping down to the water. He threatened to kick my ass if I didn't stop freaking out, but I ignored him, and was soon lost in a world of sand.

I stopped breathless at the beauty of the water. It was clear blue with white foam and clean sand and the ocean met the sky just like a painting and I felt my heart racing. Hyde pressed his finger into my back, edging me forward and I followed him to a huge rock that jutted out over the sea. He sat down, his feet dangling over the edge and I joined him, my own legs crossing Indian-style. "How could your mom ever want to leave this?" I breathed, looking up into the chaste sky, free of smoke or smog. He laughed quietly. "I know it was awful when she said we were. I could live here forever."

"Then why don't you?" I asked, looking at him. "Because then I wouldn't be with you." "I would come with you," I protested. "No you wouldn't. I know that you like to say you'll leave Point Place forever, but I know you won't, Eric. It's your home and you love it and you can't deny it." I fell silent and I knew he was right.

"Anyway," he sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position. "I don't think I answered your 'what now' question properly, did I?" He looked at me, his eyes light and cool, the exact colour of the water. I felt myself blushing slightly and he laughed.

"Eric," he said and I savoured the way he said my first name, "You're my best friend. And when we were kids, I knew I would never want to be without you and even now I know that. I don't know what's going on right now and I'm kind of scared and I don't know if I'm gay or what, but you will never seize to amaze me."

He leaned forward and kissed my smiling mouth.

"That didn't really answer my question though," I stated, narrowing my eyes. "It's because I don't know the answer," he said. "Well do you like me?" I asked, and he nodded his head, smiling at my bluntness. "Well, I like you too. And I think we should be together."

He brushed my bangs from my face, running a finger along my jaw line, smiling sadly. "Yeah, I know, but it's not that easy. People are going to give us hell, you know." I dropped my gaze and nodded, somewhat disheartened. "But," he said, holding my chin up, "I think we can fight through it."

"Really?" I asked and he nodded reassuringly. "I'm scared, too," I admitted shakily. "I don't know why this happened, Hyde, and I don't know why you give me these feelings but, God," I stammered, "they're so much better then the ones Donna or any girl has given me."

He thanked me with kiss and we turned back to the sea. I knew that if he wanted to swim across it, I would do it with him.


"Hyde?" I heard him whisper in the dark hotel room as he lay next to me, "are you my boyfriend now?" I smiled at the innocence of his voice. "Are we dating now?"

I looked down and our eyes met in the dark. I brushed his forehead with my lips. "Don't say dating—that sounds weird. We're being together." He held my hand tighter. "OK, I like that."

"God, Forman," I said, pulling him closer to me. He asked me what and I didn't know how to respond. "I love you." The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. "You what?" he asked, propping himself up, looking at me.

I coughed. "I love you." He smiled slowly and I felt his lips on mine, muttering 'I love you, too' inside my mouth. I slipped my tongue between his lips, roaming around his teeth, brushing the roof of his mouth. He sighed, pulling away, curling against me again. "Will you turn the radio clock on?" he asked and I couldn't deny the sweetness in his voice so I did it. John Lennon sang over us and we laughed quietly.

He pulled the blanket up to his neck, kissing my neck, his breathing becoming steady. I sang to him and I knew I would for the rest of my life even if he didn't want to hear it.

xxx

We were at the beach again. It was late, just nearing night time but we didn't care. Eric loved the sand; I knew he would be happy here. And I wanted nothing more then to hold him close and promise him that we could be. These feelings that I developed for my best friend were different but exhilarating. They were beautiful and possibly the strongest thing ever in my life and I clung close to them, knowing I wouldn't let go. I was finally the person that made him smile.

I watched as he crouched into the sand, his face close to the ground examining shells. I smiled and walked behind him, kicking sand on his ass. He protested, shaking himself clean, and then picked up the huge conch shell that he said he found wedged into the wet sand. We looked at it under the moonlight and he brushed it clean, saying he was going to give it to his mom. I knew she would love it, just like she loved her sweet baby, my sweet baby.

The sky darkened and I noticed that the waves were getting strong, the tide coming in thick. Water sprayed the hem of our jeans, the inside of our shoes, causing Eric to squeal. I concealed my laughter as we watched the water dance with the sand and I told him how beautifully tragic I found it.

"How can something be beautiful and tragic at the same time, Hyde?" I smiled at the way he always asked me questions, and I was reminded of the day when we were 11, sitting under his bed, flipping through a Playboy. I remember him asking me what everything was, how everything worked, and I unabashedly told him.

"It just is and that's what's beautiful. You don't need to describe it or read a book about it; you just know." I pulled his face towards me and kissed his lips sweetly, telling him we were tragically beautiful until the end of the world.

The sky above swirled with the colours of grey and black and soon flashing lights. Water fell as tears from the sky's eyes and I felt Eric shaking himself dry. "I thought you said it doesn't' do this here!" he shouted over the thunder and water and lightening and splashing of waves. I shrugged. "Maybe it's hurricane season," I offered and he cringed in fear. "Hyde, I want to leave," he said, a note of hysteria in his voice and I remembered that my beautiful darling was afraid of anything that had the potential to destroy, besides the Death Star from Star Wars.

I grabbed his hand as rain spilled onto our skin, our clothes and hair plastered to us. He slipped on the hill of sand, dirt turning into mud on his clothes and he let out a cry of despair, glaring when I laughed. I pulled him up and we ran to the car and I cringed as our wet asses squelched on top the clean leather. He told me to hurry up to the hotel, saying how he didn't want to be inside of a hurricane, but I promised to make sweet love to him if we were and maybe we'd land in Oz with little Munchkins.

"Dorothy got to Oz in a tornado," he pointed out. "How would you know, you cower in fear every time we watch the damn movie?" He glared, I laughed, and the car fought its way through wind and water.

xxx

I traced patterns on his pale stomach as we lay together in the hotel bed, the trees thrashing about outside. He squirmed and I felt goose bumps rising on his skin so I kissed them and pulled his shirt back down. He coughed and I threatened to kick his ass if he got a cold.

"You wouldn't take care of me?" he asked, looking up at me with honey eyes which I kissed. "Yes I would." He curled into my side, shivering with cold. I kissed his hair, telling him to sit tight while I turned the heater on. He fumbled with the knob on the radio and I with the thermostat.

We curled back together, the crappy heater rattling, but warm air pulsing through the vents. I felt his warm breath against my neck. The night was getting old, but we didn't care. We talked about everything, we talked until the earth gave in, we talked until my throat was dry. The radio whispered quietly between our comfortable silences while we gathered our thoughts, prompting new conversations.

The clock struck four and I felt his breathing thicken his chest rise and fall sweetly. "Beautiful boy, darling boy…"

John Lennon always said the right things.


It felt like Christmas morning every morning waking up next to him. Our innocence was beautiful, almost as gorgeous as the way his eyelids fluttered open, looking lazily down at me, heavy with sleep. I kissed his face all over, sliding my fingers between his, resting my chin on his chest as we spoke of our plans for the day.

He wanted to take me to a beach city where tourists and beach bums alike stayed. He wanted to show me everything he could, explain everything he knew. I knew he was excited and that only thrilled me more. Hyde was barely ever anxious about anything but when he was, his eyes glinted, his smile was huge, and I could almost always hear his heartbeat pounding in anticipation.

While my lovely dear showered I lit up a cigarette, leaning back in a chair like the hot shot I knew I wasn't. To prove my point, I fell backward, my head hitting hard against the floor. I stood up, coughing and rubbing my head, brushing the black ashes off my bare chest. I blushed even though no one else was around because that's just who I was, and finished the light, pounding the butt in a crystal ashtray.

After lazing around, I finally pulled a polo over my head and jeans on my hips, slipping Adidas' on my feet comfortably. Sweetie comes out from his shower, his springy hair dripping wet, wearing a comfortable tee and jeans. We pack up our jeans with cigarettes, lighters, and money and close the hotel up, throwing the key card in our pockets also. The sky was still slightly dreary from last nights rage and water dripped from the roofs, plopping gently on our hair.

He drives this time, saving me the embarrassment of getting lost and I clamber into the passenger seat, bounding and excited for the trip. He tells me I'm cute, but that I should stop twitching because it makes him edgy.

He drove and I gazed out the window, taking in the land that I had never seen. It was beautiful, with the palm trees against the grey-blue sky. I felt him slide his fingers between mine and kiss my palm and I melted into a million pieces.

15 minutes later we got out of the car and began walking down the streets busy with people. Stores lined each side, with signs proclaiming their items inside. I made him take me to a comic book store and we rifled through bins for over an hour, finally purchasing some.

"Forman," he said as he walked, "there thousands of comic book stores back home; you need to see something new." And I nodded in agreement. So we walked around the corner and I gasped. In front of us sat this huge castle like building and the best part was that it was pink. He grinned at my excitement, and we crossed the street to get closer. "It's called the Don Cesar Beach Resort. My mom used to have a boyfriend who worked here and we'd stay in the rooms." I murmured my appreciation, looking up at the huge fortress in awe, wishing I had my camera.

"We can get you a postcard with it on the front," he said, laughing, as if reading my thoughts. "Can we go in?" I ask and he nodded, so we walked up the huge front steps and right through the front doors.

The inside was just as beautiful as the out. It looked as if it was meant for the royal, but ordinary people strolled through, some with kids some without. Lovers latched arms, gazing at the artwork on the walls, and phones rang while hotel attendants answered them. Hyde dragged me deeper into the building, pointing out an ice cream shop.

We walked in and they had flavours of every kind, flavours I knew not even Fez had heard of. "Dude," I nearly shouted, jamming my finger against the glass, "they have Superman ice cream." I don't think he could help but kiss my nose and the man behind the counter gave us quite a dirty look, so I linked my fingers with Hyde's and he grinned broadly.

While he ordered, I gazed out the windows, noticing they had the beach right in its backyard. I pointed it out to him and though he all ready knew, he shared my enthusiasm. The man handed us our cones and I all but dragged him out the back door into the sand. People gave us weird looks but we didn't care and we sat on the stone wall, eating our frozen foods happily.

"I'm so happy you brought me here," I said, looking out across the ocean. "I'm glad you came," he kissed me gently. "Maybe one day we could move down here." I looked at him in surprise and his face reddened. "I mean, I don't know, maybe one day."

I smiled really wide and felt my cone drop out of my fingers as I pulled his face to me and kissed the hell out of him.

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