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"Wait, why am I Juliet?" he asked, looking at his beautiful boyfriend, who was smiling at him while sitting in his arms.
His boyfriend's gaze was warm, filled with a mix of amusement and affection, as if he had been waiting for this question. The soft glow of the evening light reflected in his eyes, making them shine like stars in the night sky.
"Because not always is Romeo the top..." he replied with a teasing smirk, his fingers gently tracing patterns on his lover's skin.
That sentence didn't even make sense-did it? But as he stared into those loving eyes, feeling the weight of his boyfriend comfortably settled against him, he realised something. Did it even matter? No, not really.
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