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st-raoul.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 14th, 2004 05:29 pm)Title: Don't Need the Sunshine
Author: Gotham
Rating: PG-13
Content: Slash (m/m).
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, and I claim no ownership of those whom I've written about.
Summary: Two lonely friends spend Valentine's Day together, but one's got something else in mind.
Notes: Written for the Lotrips Love Letters challenge, for the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreaminawayHope you like it! The letter is interspersed through the story. The title is from a Catatonia song of the same name which I listened to quite a bit while writing this. (Cross-posted to gothammed and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotr_loveletter.)
***
"There," Dom nodded at the computer screen, heaving a sigh and fingering the enter key. His eyes briefly flickered across the email once more before he pressed down, and the screen changed. He stared at it for a few minutes, jumping as the door swung open behind him.
"There you are."
Dear Billy…
Dom whirled around in his chair, surprised. "When'd you get here?"
"Just now. You weren't down front, so I figured you'd be late again," Billy half-scolded, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "I don't have forever, y'know."
"Don't kid yourself, Billy," Dom started, rising and walking past him. "I know you've got nothing better to do." He turned around with a smirk. "You don't even have a date for Valentine's Day."
"Ah, right," Billy called after Dom, following him to the hallway." And I'm sure you've got some supermodel to woo. Was that what you were doing on the computer there? Ordering someone up for Saturday?"
I know you don’t have a date for Valentines this year, and neither do I, so what’s say us two lonely blokes feel sorry for ourselves together?
Dom stopped dead for a second, briefly distracted, then regained composure. "Actually, I heard there were all these pictures of some naked Scotsman, and I wanted to check them out for myself." Stifling a laugh, Billy shrugged.
"Just giving my people they want, that's all."
"Mhmm, such a giving man you are."
"To a fault, some say."
"Not me though."
"Course not." Glancing impatiently around the kitchen, Billy settled his eyes on Dom. "We did have reservations for three.
"Yeah and if I could find my watch, I could tell you how late we are." He continued rifling through the piles of papers and assorted other clutter on his kitchen table.
"Three twenty-nine, Dom. Orlando's gonna be peeved." Dom gave up the search, instead grabbing his keys and shooting Billy a sour look.
"Well, we can just tell him you fancied a shag, and I was a little too accommodating."
Billy sighed. "If this were my place, I'd boot you out for that," he remarked as he followed Dom to the elevator.
"What, the sex or the insinuation?" Sighing again, louder, Billy shoved Dom into the elevator, eventually breaking into laughter.
***
"What, were you drunk?"
"No!" Dom protested indignantly, narrowing his eyes at Orlando. "I just…want to spend Valentine's Day with him." Orlando nodded, leaning back and smirking.
"So, you fancy our Bills, do you?"
"Don't you dare breathe a word of this!" Dom scooted his chair closer to the table. "I swear to God, I don't need everybody asking me about it." Orlando's hands flew up in defence.
"I'll tell no-one, I swear. I just think it's adorable." He lowered his voice to a whisper as Billy walked back towards their table. "I hope it works out for you crazy kids."
**
Thursday passed anxiously for Dom. He paced his apartment, waiting for Billy to call, or show up, even it was just for a rousing round of rejection; he'd rather that than not know where he stood. He finally found himself going to bed late, half-thinking that he may never talk to Billy again, or that Orlando had tipped him off.
***
Early Friday morning, he was jolted from sleep by the phone, shrill into his ear. He realised he'd fallen asleep clutching it.
"'Mmlo?" He muttered, putting his hand to his forehead.
"Ah, sorry I woke you," The voice set him bolt upright.
"No, it's okay." Fighting to clear his sleep-clouded head, Dom forced his eyes wide open.
"I can let you go, if you want," Billy sounded a little too wary and formal, Dom noted.
"No, no, s'alright. Everything okay?"
"Yeah…" He trailed off, and Dom shifted restlessly. "I got your email."
"Oh, yeah, listen, I didn't mean anything by it," He rushed headlong into an explanation. "I just thought we could do something, I didn't mean it, you know, like that, and - "
"Dom, it's fine," Billy laughed oddly, cutting him off. "Two single blokes might as well spend the evening together. It's as good as anything."
"Yeah, definitely."
"Except for one thing." Billy hesitated and Dom held his breath, waiting for bad news. "I don't want you to make dinner. I've had your Chicken a la Monaghan before, and, well, I don't really want a repeat of that experience." Dom let out his breath in a laugh.
I’ll even cook and make it all romantic-like.
"You're right…So did you want to go somewhere then? It's kind of short notice."
"We can just do take out, if you'd like?" Billy suggested, much to Dom's relief.
"Great, great. What time?"
"I'll be over around eight. Put the champagne on ice, Valentine."
Dom snorted with laughter. "You best wear that pretty dress I like, then. The red one with the sequins."
"Aye, that I will." Billy laughed on the other end, "See ya Dom.
"Bye." He hung up, breathing in deeply and grinning unabashedly. For once, he had a decent date, even if Billy didn't realise it.
Uh. Not that it’s a date, or anything.
**
"Is it too cheesy?" Dom asked thoughtfully, peering at Orlando over his mug of tea.
"The age-old declaration of true intentions on Valentine's Day? A tad. I mean, if he were of the opposite sex, he'd swoon for sure."
"Oh hell, what have I done?" Groaning, Dom set his mug down with a bang. "I shouldn't have put that last part in the email."
"What last part?" He sighed.
"I told him I had something very important to tell him." Orlando stared blankly at him, and then shook his head.
"You really couldn't be more transparent."
"I know!" Dom whimpered, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand. "This is such a disaster. Say you'll help me plan a suicide?"
"Oh, for God's sake Dom, it he did see through the email, which I'm rather sure he would have, then you don't have to tell him! Maybe he'll spare you the embarrassment and have his own secret confession of love."
"Don't make fun." Dom glared across the take, and Orlando rolled his eyes.
"I'm not. Sometimes two people can be thinking the exact same thing, and not even realise it, y'know?"
"I guess." Dom heaved another sigh, resigning himself to the worst. "Well, if you never hear from me again, you're been a great friend."
**
Dom woke with a start that Saturday morning, immediately thinking he'd overslept and missed the entire day. To his relief, the clock read 11:23 in glaring red letters, and he closed his eyes again before it all hit him. There was a list of things to do in his mind, things to consider, and things to outright avoid. Hauling himself up, he sat on the edge of the bed, thinking.
Maybe he should cancel; No, then Billy would suspect something even worse. And what if Billy did feel the same? If he cancelled, there'd likely be no hope to even try again. And should he get flowers? Wine, or would beer do? What kind of take out? And persistent through all of it, the little voice chattering away, wanting to know what happened if he was rejected.
Shaking his head, Dom finally got up, heading to the closet. Pending rejection or not, there was a night to plan.
**
Dom didn't remember the most he'd cleaned without being grounded, but this was surely it. He'd even cleaned off the long-suffering kitchen table so they could eat somewhere other than on the couch. But, just in case Billy did want to eat in front of the TV, he'd cleaned around that general area as well. The apartment looked sparkling, brand new, and very un-Dom-like.
Consequently, Dom passed out for a nap on the couch soon after his thorough cleaning. He was only half awake when he heard a banging on the door a few hours later, and he was instantly alerted by his sudden nervousness. Sitting up, he could hear Billy yelling something on the other side, muffled by the door but was lost in his own rambling thoughts.
Which reminds me, I have something important to tell you.
"Hang on," Dom yelled, halfway there when he heard more banging. Opening the door, he saw Billy with his arms full, carrying a case of beer and a bag of Chinese takeout, grinning nonetheless.
"Not very chivalrous, are you?"
"Well, you didn't wear that dress."
Billy raised his eyebrows, looking around Dom and into the apartment. "And I bet you didn't put champagne on ice, did you?"
"This is off to a great start," Dom groaned, grabbing the case of beer and walking to the kitchen.
"Ah, doesn't matter," Billy assured behind him, putting the food on the counter. "It'd be a little eerie to see the two of us sipping champagne over plates of deep fried squid."
"You got squid?"
"You love squid."
"Billy, I hate squid."
"You sure?" Billy asked, and Dom couldn't tell if it was genuine confusion, or the usual playfulness. Dom sighed, opening two beers and handing Billy a bottle.
"I'm quite sure I hate squid. As long as you didn't get just squid, I won't have to kick you out and go hungry."
"Good thing I didn't go with Plan A then."
"An all-squid dinner?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Dom shook his head. "And I guess that seemed like a good joke at the time too?" Billy shrugged, going to the cupboard for plates.
"You even washed dishes, Dom! How sweet."
"Yeah, I figured I was more likely to get lucky if the place wasn't a sty." Turning around, Billy eyed him warily, raising an eyebrow.
"I was…" He started, and dropped off with a pensive look, gathering his thoughts. Dom turned away from him, making a show of putting the beer in the fridge loudly, sensing the growing tension that had been briefly forgotten. Billy started again. "I meant to say, I was going to wait a little while to ask you - "
"Ask me what?" Dom interjected loudly, turning around with an expectant smile to conceal what he hoped wasn't obvious anxiousness.
"That last part of the email. With the…important thing?"
"Mhmm?" Dom prodded, taking a deep drink from the bottle of beer.
"Well, what is it?"
Drawing in a deep breath, Dom looked down at the floor, then up at Billy again. He didn't want to do it, to say the thing he'd been thinking, been stewing about for so long. But there was an opportunity, finally; He didn't have to bring it up awkwardly after dinner, or during dinner. He could get it all out before the whole night even began, instead of as an afterthought.
"You mean you didn't guess?" He asked finally, and Billy shook his head once.
"I have my ideas, but knowing you, Dom, it could be any number of things."
"Right," Dom nodded, wondering why he didn't prepare a speech beforehand to make it all easier. "Right, well, you're my best mate…probably the best I'll ever have, so I don't mind having to tell you." He stopped again, looking away at anything else; the food on the counter, the beer in his hand, Billy's feet. His eyes remained firmly on the ground as he continued. "I feel differently about you than someone should about a friendship like this, y'know?" He fleetingly raised his eyes for confirmation, and upon seeing nothing, looked downward again, assuming defeat.
"I knew it," Billy said softly, and Dom thought he heard an edge of amusement in his voice. "How long?"
Dom raised a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I don't know," he mumbled, thrown off by Billy's words.
"Too long, I'll bet. And here you go, telling me all this on Valentine's Day…expecting who knows what." Billy sighed, and then cleared his throat. "Look at me, Dom." After a few more moments of surveying the ground, Dom did. "Alright. I'm not going to tell you yes, or no. Not today, because I know what you'll do with it. It has nothing to do with the day, Dom. It's bigger than today. All we're going to do today is drink beer, and eat squid. Well, I'll eat the squid," he amended at Dom's expression of distaste. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Dom nodded, feeling oddly relieved. "I do love you though, Billy. No matter what you think. No matter what day it is."
Lov- Er, I mean…
"I know, Dominic. Get out the forks, will you?"
He nodded again, smirking. "So is this a date now that you know?"
Sighing, Billy narrowed his eyes. "It's whatever you want it to be. For me, I'm eating Chinese with my best mate on a day that puts too much pressure on all the wrong things."
"Oh. Can I put out candles then?" Dom teased, brushing Billy's hands as he took the plates to the table. Billy swatted him on the back of the head on the way over.
The rest of the night was spent in much the same way; Dom making fun of himself because he wasn't quite sure what else to do, and Billy wishing it wasn't such a big deal. In the end though, they drank beer in the candlelight, as per Dom's countless joking requests.
Too early, Dom thought, Billy decided to go home.
"It is because…?"
Billy shook his head. "No, Dom. It's because if I stay here past two, I'll never leave. And I don't need you molesting me in my sleep."
Despite being a bit hurt by the comment, Dom laughed. "So Bills, if this had have been a date…"
"Which I know you were scoring it as, yes."
"Would it have been successful?"
Pausing, Billy leaned back against the doorframe for a moment, closing his eyes and thinking. He drew forward then, face to face with Dom, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips as he softly pressed them against Dom's. Almost a second later, they were gone.
Your Friend,
Dominic
"I'll see you tomorrow." He told Dom, turning and closing the door behind him.
Smiling, Dom blew out the candles and took to the couch. In hindsight, he couldn't have imagined a better evening.
Author: Gotham
Rating: PG-13
Content: Slash (m/m).
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, and I claim no ownership of those whom I've written about.
Summary: Two lonely friends spend Valentine's Day together, but one's got something else in mind.
Notes: Written for the Lotrips Love Letters challenge, for the lovely
dreaminawayHope you like it! The letter is interspersed through the story. The title is from a Catatonia song of the same name which I listened to quite a bit while writing this. (Cross-posted to gothammed and lotr_loveletter.)***
"There," Dom nodded at the computer screen, heaving a sigh and fingering the enter key. His eyes briefly flickered across the email once more before he pressed down, and the screen changed. He stared at it for a few minutes, jumping as the door swung open behind him.
"There you are."
Dear Billy…
Dom whirled around in his chair, surprised. "When'd you get here?"
"Just now. You weren't down front, so I figured you'd be late again," Billy half-scolded, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "I don't have forever, y'know."
"Don't kid yourself, Billy," Dom started, rising and walking past him. "I know you've got nothing better to do." He turned around with a smirk. "You don't even have a date for Valentine's Day."
"Ah, right," Billy called after Dom, following him to the hallway." And I'm sure you've got some supermodel to woo. Was that what you were doing on the computer there? Ordering someone up for Saturday?"
I know you don’t have a date for Valentines this year, and neither do I, so what’s say us two lonely blokes feel sorry for ourselves together?
Dom stopped dead for a second, briefly distracted, then regained composure. "Actually, I heard there were all these pictures of some naked Scotsman, and I wanted to check them out for myself." Stifling a laugh, Billy shrugged.
"Just giving my people they want, that's all."
"Mhmm, such a giving man you are."
"To a fault, some say."
"Not me though."
"Course not." Glancing impatiently around the kitchen, Billy settled his eyes on Dom. "We did have reservations for three.
"Yeah and if I could find my watch, I could tell you how late we are." He continued rifling through the piles of papers and assorted other clutter on his kitchen table.
"Three twenty-nine, Dom. Orlando's gonna be peeved." Dom gave up the search, instead grabbing his keys and shooting Billy a sour look.
"Well, we can just tell him you fancied a shag, and I was a little too accommodating."
Billy sighed. "If this were my place, I'd boot you out for that," he remarked as he followed Dom to the elevator.
"What, the sex or the insinuation?" Sighing again, louder, Billy shoved Dom into the elevator, eventually breaking into laughter.
***
"What, were you drunk?"
"No!" Dom protested indignantly, narrowing his eyes at Orlando. "I just…want to spend Valentine's Day with him." Orlando nodded, leaning back and smirking.
"So, you fancy our Bills, do you?"
"Don't you dare breathe a word of this!" Dom scooted his chair closer to the table. "I swear to God, I don't need everybody asking me about it." Orlando's hands flew up in defence.
"I'll tell no-one, I swear. I just think it's adorable." He lowered his voice to a whisper as Billy walked back towards their table. "I hope it works out for you crazy kids."
**
Thursday passed anxiously for Dom. He paced his apartment, waiting for Billy to call, or show up, even it was just for a rousing round of rejection; he'd rather that than not know where he stood. He finally found himself going to bed late, half-thinking that he may never talk to Billy again, or that Orlando had tipped him off.
***
Early Friday morning, he was jolted from sleep by the phone, shrill into his ear. He realised he'd fallen asleep clutching it.
"'Mmlo?" He muttered, putting his hand to his forehead.
"Ah, sorry I woke you," The voice set him bolt upright.
"No, it's okay." Fighting to clear his sleep-clouded head, Dom forced his eyes wide open.
"I can let you go, if you want," Billy sounded a little too wary and formal, Dom noted.
"No, no, s'alright. Everything okay?"
"Yeah…" He trailed off, and Dom shifted restlessly. "I got your email."
"Oh, yeah, listen, I didn't mean anything by it," He rushed headlong into an explanation. "I just thought we could do something, I didn't mean it, you know, like that, and - "
"Dom, it's fine," Billy laughed oddly, cutting him off. "Two single blokes might as well spend the evening together. It's as good as anything."
"Yeah, definitely."
"Except for one thing." Billy hesitated and Dom held his breath, waiting for bad news. "I don't want you to make dinner. I've had your Chicken a la Monaghan before, and, well, I don't really want a repeat of that experience." Dom let out his breath in a laugh.
I’ll even cook and make it all romantic-like.
"You're right…So did you want to go somewhere then? It's kind of short notice."
"We can just do take out, if you'd like?" Billy suggested, much to Dom's relief.
"Great, great. What time?"
"I'll be over around eight. Put the champagne on ice, Valentine."
Dom snorted with laughter. "You best wear that pretty dress I like, then. The red one with the sequins."
"Aye, that I will." Billy laughed on the other end, "See ya Dom.
"Bye." He hung up, breathing in deeply and grinning unabashedly. For once, he had a decent date, even if Billy didn't realise it.
Uh. Not that it’s a date, or anything.
**
"Is it too cheesy?" Dom asked thoughtfully, peering at Orlando over his mug of tea.
"The age-old declaration of true intentions on Valentine's Day? A tad. I mean, if he were of the opposite sex, he'd swoon for sure."
"Oh hell, what have I done?" Groaning, Dom set his mug down with a bang. "I shouldn't have put that last part in the email."
"What last part?" He sighed.
"I told him I had something very important to tell him." Orlando stared blankly at him, and then shook his head.
"You really couldn't be more transparent."
"I know!" Dom whimpered, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand. "This is such a disaster. Say you'll help me plan a suicide?"
"Oh, for God's sake Dom, it he did see through the email, which I'm rather sure he would have, then you don't have to tell him! Maybe he'll spare you the embarrassment and have his own secret confession of love."
"Don't make fun." Dom glared across the take, and Orlando rolled his eyes.
"I'm not. Sometimes two people can be thinking the exact same thing, and not even realise it, y'know?"
"I guess." Dom heaved another sigh, resigning himself to the worst. "Well, if you never hear from me again, you're been a great friend."
**
Dom woke with a start that Saturday morning, immediately thinking he'd overslept and missed the entire day. To his relief, the clock read 11:23 in glaring red letters, and he closed his eyes again before it all hit him. There was a list of things to do in his mind, things to consider, and things to outright avoid. Hauling himself up, he sat on the edge of the bed, thinking.
Maybe he should cancel; No, then Billy would suspect something even worse. And what if Billy did feel the same? If he cancelled, there'd likely be no hope to even try again. And should he get flowers? Wine, or would beer do? What kind of take out? And persistent through all of it, the little voice chattering away, wanting to know what happened if he was rejected.
Shaking his head, Dom finally got up, heading to the closet. Pending rejection or not, there was a night to plan.
**
Dom didn't remember the most he'd cleaned without being grounded, but this was surely it. He'd even cleaned off the long-suffering kitchen table so they could eat somewhere other than on the couch. But, just in case Billy did want to eat in front of the TV, he'd cleaned around that general area as well. The apartment looked sparkling, brand new, and very un-Dom-like.
Consequently, Dom passed out for a nap on the couch soon after his thorough cleaning. He was only half awake when he heard a banging on the door a few hours later, and he was instantly alerted by his sudden nervousness. Sitting up, he could hear Billy yelling something on the other side, muffled by the door but was lost in his own rambling thoughts.
Which reminds me, I have something important to tell you.
"Hang on," Dom yelled, halfway there when he heard more banging. Opening the door, he saw Billy with his arms full, carrying a case of beer and a bag of Chinese takeout, grinning nonetheless.
"Not very chivalrous, are you?"
"Well, you didn't wear that dress."
Billy raised his eyebrows, looking around Dom and into the apartment. "And I bet you didn't put champagne on ice, did you?"
"This is off to a great start," Dom groaned, grabbing the case of beer and walking to the kitchen.
"Ah, doesn't matter," Billy assured behind him, putting the food on the counter. "It'd be a little eerie to see the two of us sipping champagne over plates of deep fried squid."
"You got squid?"
"You love squid."
"Billy, I hate squid."
"You sure?" Billy asked, and Dom couldn't tell if it was genuine confusion, or the usual playfulness. Dom sighed, opening two beers and handing Billy a bottle.
"I'm quite sure I hate squid. As long as you didn't get just squid, I won't have to kick you out and go hungry."
"Good thing I didn't go with Plan A then."
"An all-squid dinner?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Dom shook his head. "And I guess that seemed like a good joke at the time too?" Billy shrugged, going to the cupboard for plates.
"You even washed dishes, Dom! How sweet."
"Yeah, I figured I was more likely to get lucky if the place wasn't a sty." Turning around, Billy eyed him warily, raising an eyebrow.
"I was…" He started, and dropped off with a pensive look, gathering his thoughts. Dom turned away from him, making a show of putting the beer in the fridge loudly, sensing the growing tension that had been briefly forgotten. Billy started again. "I meant to say, I was going to wait a little while to ask you - "
"Ask me what?" Dom interjected loudly, turning around with an expectant smile to conceal what he hoped wasn't obvious anxiousness.
"That last part of the email. With the…important thing?"
"Mhmm?" Dom prodded, taking a deep drink from the bottle of beer.
"Well, what is it?"
Drawing in a deep breath, Dom looked down at the floor, then up at Billy again. He didn't want to do it, to say the thing he'd been thinking, been stewing about for so long. But there was an opportunity, finally; He didn't have to bring it up awkwardly after dinner, or during dinner. He could get it all out before the whole night even began, instead of as an afterthought.
"You mean you didn't guess?" He asked finally, and Billy shook his head once.
"I have my ideas, but knowing you, Dom, it could be any number of things."
"Right," Dom nodded, wondering why he didn't prepare a speech beforehand to make it all easier. "Right, well, you're my best mate…probably the best I'll ever have, so I don't mind having to tell you." He stopped again, looking away at anything else; the food on the counter, the beer in his hand, Billy's feet. His eyes remained firmly on the ground as he continued. "I feel differently about you than someone should about a friendship like this, y'know?" He fleetingly raised his eyes for confirmation, and upon seeing nothing, looked downward again, assuming defeat.
"I knew it," Billy said softly, and Dom thought he heard an edge of amusement in his voice. "How long?"
Dom raised a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I don't know," he mumbled, thrown off by Billy's words.
"Too long, I'll bet. And here you go, telling me all this on Valentine's Day…expecting who knows what." Billy sighed, and then cleared his throat. "Look at me, Dom." After a few more moments of surveying the ground, Dom did. "Alright. I'm not going to tell you yes, or no. Not today, because I know what you'll do with it. It has nothing to do with the day, Dom. It's bigger than today. All we're going to do today is drink beer, and eat squid. Well, I'll eat the squid," he amended at Dom's expression of distaste. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Dom nodded, feeling oddly relieved. "I do love you though, Billy. No matter what you think. No matter what day it is."
Lov- Er, I mean…
"I know, Dominic. Get out the forks, will you?"
He nodded again, smirking. "So is this a date now that you know?"
Sighing, Billy narrowed his eyes. "It's whatever you want it to be. For me, I'm eating Chinese with my best mate on a day that puts too much pressure on all the wrong things."
"Oh. Can I put out candles then?" Dom teased, brushing Billy's hands as he took the plates to the table. Billy swatted him on the back of the head on the way over.
The rest of the night was spent in much the same way; Dom making fun of himself because he wasn't quite sure what else to do, and Billy wishing it wasn't such a big deal. In the end though, they drank beer in the candlelight, as per Dom's countless joking requests.
Too early, Dom thought, Billy decided to go home.
"It is because…?"
Billy shook his head. "No, Dom. It's because if I stay here past two, I'll never leave. And I don't need you molesting me in my sleep."
Despite being a bit hurt by the comment, Dom laughed. "So Bills, if this had have been a date…"
"Which I know you were scoring it as, yes."
"Would it have been successful?"
Pausing, Billy leaned back against the doorframe for a moment, closing his eyes and thinking. He drew forward then, face to face with Dom, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips as he softly pressed them against Dom's. Almost a second later, they were gone.
Your Friend,
Dominic
"I'll see you tomorrow." He told Dom, turning and closing the door behind him.
Smiling, Dom blew out the candles and took to the couch. In hindsight, he couldn't have imagined a better evening.
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I liked how you interspersed bits and pieces of the e-mail through the whole story. Especially the little:
Your Friend,
Dominic
at the end. *Nod.*
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