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    Simon has a problem. If it’s left up to him, he’ll try to take it to his grave.
    Grace isn’t able to try the same, not for this.

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    Simon can’t tell if Grace actually glances down to his lips as he puts his glasses back on his nose or if it’s just his own wishful thinking, as it happened in the blink of an eye, if it happened at all. “I, uh, was wondering, only if, well, I-,” Grace quickly averts his gaze, shaking his head with a nervous laugh, “You know what, never-”

    Still reeling too much from his debatably imagined glace, Simon reaches across Grace’s space, placing his hand down in the space between Grace’s thigh and his hand. “Use your words, Grace.” One of his brows twitch, not nearly as patient as Grace is. “I hate guessing games, so spit it out.”

    The nervous grin never leaves Grace’s lips and the bulb above the stove highlights the way blood rushes to his cheeks.

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    21 May 2026