neverdanceagain
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"What if you're my date for Christmas?"
I'm sure my eyes would jump out of their sockets if it wasn't for tendons and shit. Am I hallucinating?
"We could go get McDonald's or some stupid shit like that," his laugh is hot on my skin. "Is that what people usually do on Christmas? I never celebrated normally, you know."
My chest deflates with a huff. He didn't actually mean it in a romantic way, even if he did choose some ambiguous words to say it. "Yeah, but I like KFC better."
"That's fine," he shrugs, burying deeper in my neck.
"And it's best to go on Christmas Eve, there will be less people." I almost choke on my own words when his leg pushes between mine. Okay now we look like a married couple, but I guess the definition of platonic can stretch a lot. I'm not sure I understand these things, they make it look much easier in movies.
"Then it's a date."
I swear, platonic or not, he'll be the death of me.
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What if Gege made them talk instead of kill each other?
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