"Let's go out to dinner tonight, I know this great little place."
We sat facing the snow, and I fell in love with you as you yawned and put your arm around me, like we'd seen in so many coming-of-age movies. We were older now, and able to see the irony in acting out. Our food came and you let me taste yours. I liked yours better, so we swapped. You told me I scrubbed up well, I giggled into my wine glass.
"I've got something to show you."
When we got home, you took my hand and led me to the basement. You pulled out a Billie Holiday record and put it on the turntable. The needle hit and that sound I love made my heart flutter. Her voice rang out and you pulled me close. When your hand touched my waist I though I was going to die. I lay my head on your shoulder and closed my eyes. We slow danced all night.
"I'm tired."
In the morning, I opened my eyes slowly and smiled when I felt your hand on my waist again.
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