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"Chicago. For the fellowship." She finally looked up, her eyes searching his. "I realized I couldn't leave without knowing if this—whatever this quiet thing we have is—was just in my head."

This was the pivot point. In every romantic storyline Julian had ever read, this was where the protagonist either gave a grand speech or let the love interest walk away to a bittersweet soundtrack. 106_-_Surprise_Christmas_Sex_With_Sister.mp4

Elena let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for three months. "Chicago is a long way away." "Chicago

"It is," Julian agreed, stopping just a foot away from her. "But I think we’ve spent enough time being quiet. Maybe we should try being honest for a while, even if it’s over a phone call." In every romantic storyline Julian had ever read,

"It’s not just in your head," Julian said, stepping around the counter. He wasn't a man of grand gestures, but he was a man of consistency. "I know your favorite stanza in that book is on page 42. I know you hate bookmarks and fold the corners even though it kills me. And I know that the shop feels empty on the days you don't show up."

"I’m moving," she said, skipping the greeting. She held a worn copy of Mary Oliver poems like a shield. Julian felt a sharp tug in his chest. "To where?"