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yes to heaven by Lana Del ReyMY BRAIN IS still processing through all the levels of how can I fall for her. A certain someone who is a murderer of so many kinds. I settled down for the last meal of tonight's date and smiled.
Arancini
Parmigiana
Caprese saladI didn't make a lot because I knew they would be all in the trash. I collected a few roses from our backyard garden and put them in a glass vase, the one that I found in the attic.
I smile as I tighten my cufflinks as I wait for her to come. I am also going to ask her if we could, that includes her and I, to meet my mother. I don't know why but I am excited for both the women to greet each other.
My smile dims as I look at the clock that strikes eleven, that means she was away for fifteen whole hours. My heart beats weirdly, is she okay? Where is she? Is she...d- I shake my head. Nope, not going there.
Just when I am about to bring the wine glass from the cabinet, the door opens and there she is. I take a huge sigh of relief and stride in her direction. She has the same clothes she wore during the day, black wide pants and a black blazer with a white shirt except that her hair is glossy and now it looks like she dried her hair in a very quick way.
Ignoring the signs and taking the weird heart-pick-up-good-vibes beat, I hug her tightly and pull away only to kiss her ferociously. "I missed you."
Her solemn face lifts and she grins. "I was away only for a short while."
"Yet, that is too much to handle."
She tugs my shirt and kisses me.
I pull back grinning at her. I unfold the tie and tie a knot around her eyes. She stiffens quickly. "What are you doing, Leone?"
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