❛ come sit, i set everything the dining table. ❜ he responded as he went his way back to the kitchen.
he decided to make chicken stir fry. he had been craving it for days. once finished he set a plate for trevor.
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"That is an excellent way to put it."
Trevor keeps both hands in the pockets of his hoodie, a bit of trepidation coming over him as he sets foot in the living room.
(Should he sit here? The kitchen? Not sit at all?)
stay away. but the moment edward saved his life by stopping the truck, beau knew couldn't get him out of his head.
❛ i love you. ❜ he whispered.
beau knew the moment he saw edward that things wouldn't be the same. it was strange, really. it was like there was a string attached to each other and he was constantly being pulled to him.
even when they both tried to
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edward’s self loathing had ended the moment beau had saved him from exposing their kind, surely meeting an end at the volturi’s hand. he had made a vow to himself that he wouldn’t leave him again. even if it was his way of protecting him.
merely smiling in response to beau’s
beau smiled into the kiss. he was feeling whole again. that was how edward always made him feel when they were together.
❛ forever, more. ❜ he spoke softly. he went in for another kiss as he got more comfortable.
he would happily return the kiss, hands naturally resting against beau’s slender waist. he’d miss having to be gentle with him.
“forever 𖬺͟ more, my love.”