[ she has no idea. no idea that he used to sit with his head nestled in ash's lap and read hamlet aloud to him, go through dog-eared, waterlogged copies of sappho, king authur, anything they could get their hands on at the secondhand shops in europe during their stolen vacations while the war went on. that they'd spend hours talking about what they'd read — before and after the hours they spent kissing and fucking.
she only knows him as the perpetual ladies' man, the most eligible bachelor in politics with a new date on his arm every night. the guy who doesn't call in the morning. ]
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she only knows him as the perpetual ladies' man, the most eligible bachelor in politics with a new date on his arm every night. the guy who doesn't call in the morning. ]
yeah. i'd do that with you.
i want that.