Chapter 22

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HE DID NOT!

Either I'm already asleep and dreaming, or Aden found a way to make Fondue record him saying my name. I sputter upright and switch my lamp back on. How the hell did I activate the recording anyway? I poke around impatiently until I jab the heart.

"McKay."

Holy shit, I can't believe him. I start laughing by myself. Fondue says my name in his voice. My throat starts clogging up and my eyes water.

Just a few days ago, I was going crazy because I was losing touch with everything that was him. And now, I can look at his beautiful face from my bed, I can fall asleep to his delicious lemony aroma like the night at the carnival and I can fucking hear him say my motherfucking name whenever I want to.

I mean, sure, I have old voice-notes of his where he did say my name

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I mean, sure, I have old voice-notes of his where he did say my name. But, the gorgeous intent behind the recording in Fondue is leaving me speechless.

Now, what? He's doing an encore now. Who knows how long that could take? I have school tomorrow. I can't be falling asleep in class because we're revising material in biology for the test after tomorrow.

Me: I don't even know how to thank you for your gifts. All three of them: the teddy bear (IN BABY BLUE!!!), the cologne (Yes, I want to) and your voice saying my name.

I smile as I think of something else to say before I go to sleep.

Me: P.S. I named the teddy bear Fondue.

I put away my phone and dream of blue singing teddy bears

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I put away my phone and dream of blue singing teddy bears.

I put away my phone and dream of blue singing teddy bears

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