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"Oh, look, the lights are so pretty," I said dreamily, having just noticed them. I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow and blue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and see what's going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off a hot car hood. "Fang?" "Yeah. I'm here." I struggled to focus on him. "I'm so glad you're here." "Yeah, I got that." "I don't know what I'd do without you." I peered up at him, trying to see past the too-bright lights. "You'd be fine," he muttered. "No," I said, suddenly struck by how unfine I would be. "I would be totally unfine. Totally." It seemed very urgent that he understand this. Again I felt some tugging on my arm, and I really wondered what that was about. Was Ella's mom going to start this procedure any time soon? "It's okay. Just relax." He sounded stiff and nervous. "Just...relax. Don't try to talk." "I don't want my chip anymore," I explained groggily, then frowned. "Actually, I never wanted that chip." "Okay," said Fang. "We're taking it out." "I just want you to hold my hand." "I am holding your hand." "Oh. I knew that." I drifted off for a few minutes, barely aware of anything, but feeling Fang's hand still in mine. "Do you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere?" I roused myself to ask, every word an effort. "Um, no," said Ella's voice, somewhere behind my head. "I think I would like a La-Z-Boy," I mused, letting my eyes drift shut again. "Fang, don't go anywhere." "I won't. I'm here." "Okay. I need you here. Don't leave me." "I won't." "Fang, Fang, Fang," I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you. I love you sooo much." I tried to hold out my arms to show how much, but I couldn't move them. "Oh, jeez," Fang said, sounding strangled."
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comfort
friends
friendship
love
dizziness
don-t-go
operation
saying-i-love-you
holding-hands
procedure
together
otp
i-love-you
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James Patterson |
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"He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. "You're . . . ," he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. "Such a pain," he concluded. "What?" I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang's hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang's arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. "I, uh--," I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket." --
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jealousy
pain
kiss
feelings
funny
friendship
love
brb-dying
pals
holding-hands
confusion
best-friends
weird
wings
otp
lol
night
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James Patterson |
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"Finally, I laugh. Genuine and normal sounding. And then my date says the best thing that he could possibly say: "It's okay. I haven't been on one of these [dates] in a while either." My smile triples in size. Josh grins. "Just give me your hand." "W-what?" "Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me." I extend my shaking right hand. And - in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true - Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart. "There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that."
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kiss
love
that-feeling
first-kiss
holding-hands
first-date
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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romantic
romance
love
gazing
holding-hands
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
irrevocable
touch
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Iris Murdoch |
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He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.
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holding-hands
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
no-regrets
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