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Damien opened the door to Oliver's place quietly, hoping to sneak in.  Oliver's place.  That's how he thought of it, even though technically he lived here.  There was probably no use in being quiet though, Oliver would be waiting.  After dropping a bombshell like "I'm a whore," on him, sleeping would be a tad bit difficult.  Damien wondered why he bothered.  He could get what he needed elsewhere, and with relative ease.  But still somehow Oliver had convinced Damien into his home and into his heart. Frowning, Damien wondered if he should just leave.  There was no way this conversation was going to end well.  He might hurt Oliver.  Physically.  Emotionally, for sure.  There was no way he could explain who he was, what he was.  There wasn't even really a modern day term for it.  Why the hell had he even started to admit it?

"Oliver?" he called out.  "Get your ass out of bed.  I need to talk to you."

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ourintimationsofmortality liked for a holiday starter

"At least act excited for the holidays. For Liv's sake."

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☠:Their worst habit.

Evan's worst habit is how he tends to chew on anything within reach when he's distracted. His work desk is littered with half-chewed pens because he just chews on the end of them and puts them down when he's talking to someone. (He used to chew on his lips and fingernails but they kept splitting and bleeding so he tried gum but that doesn't work as well when he's nervous.

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"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you." {Ben}

"Took y’long enough, dammit."

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❝ i don't like the way he's looking at you. ❞ {Jack}

"You never like how anyone looks at me."

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        " -- You look sick. Are you sick? Oh my god, don't pass out -- please don't throw up in my car."

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be intimate with me (Carrie)

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18. Listening to someone’s heartbeat or breathing

Lee had woken up earlier than his girlfriend and so he spent the time simply listening to her breathing. It was easier to accept that she was there when there was that physical reassurance. She was there, she was alive, she was in his arms. God, was he glad for that. He gently pressed a kiss to her hair, trying his best to be quiet.