Is it the way he takes extra long to “look” for his socks, even though you both know they’re in the hallway where you pushed him up against a wall?
Do you know when he says something out of a fairytale like, “That was hot. I’m in town for another three days, maybe we can meet up again.”
Or is the fact that he finally hugged you before you fled his house at 4 a.m. on a Friday night?
Ah, love — it’s a magical thing.
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