As a child he'd thought love was something you expressed by holding hands and kissing, making doe eyes and drinking out of the same milkshake.
With adolescence had come knowledge of the body and love had moved to the bedroom, expressed in hands on skin and tongues twisting together. It seeped from the skin in a sheen of sweat and lay tangled in the cigarette smoke aftermath.
Now as an adult he looks at the man he's come to recognize as "the one" and expresses his feelings in the most genuine way he knows how. "Alright, how many bodies are we hiding this time?"
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