Rooney looked down at Thoreau and frowned, leaning against the counter. It wasn't fair how cute Thoreau was or how guilty he could make him feel about it. He sighed.
"How am I supposed to forget you, Thoreau?" Rooney asked, arching a brow. "One day I'm going to marry you. It'd be hard to forget you."
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