This part especially just knocks me out completely:
"The me that's coming." She thinks the space champagne's to blame for this one.
His eyes seem to darken. Not cruelly; but God, he is old after all. "Honest answer?"
She knocks her foot against his. "I'm a big girl."
"Yes," he says. She can tell how relieved he is to confess it. This strange, strange, strange romance. He loops one of her curls around his finger and looks right into her face, quite a searching look, and says, quieter, "Oh, yes."
*picks up broken pieces of heart from all over the floor*
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This part especially just knocks me out completely:
"The me that's coming." She thinks the space champagne's to blame for this one.
His eyes seem to darken. Not cruelly; but God, he is old after all. "Honest answer?"
She knocks her foot against his. "I'm a big girl."
"Yes," he says. She can tell how relieved he is to confess it. This strange, strange, strange romance. He loops one of her curls around his finger and looks right into her face, quite a searching look, and says, quieter, "Oh, yes."
*picks up broken pieces of heart from all over the floor*