When she was done she braided back her hair and started for the couch. "We can share a bed," I blurted out. I felt my cheeks heat up at what I just said. "Okay," she replied yawning and settling in next to me. "It's cold." I sighed and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. I felt her small arms go around my torso and a faint thank you before I drifted off to sleep. This book is dedicated to my friend Emma, who first saw Eddie in Les Mis, immediately falling in love with the actor and bringing me to love him as well. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They hated each other. Then they loved one another. Short story.
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