aroceu's ficIn this world, your words are supposed to mark the moment you know you are in love with your soulmate. But Eduardo already has Facebook, has Mark – has long fallen in love with him, now. He doesn’t need to feel the words to know it’s true.
And sometimes, when they’re pressed under the covers, or hot against each other on top of the futon, he whispers it too, over and over again, and she waits for her palm to burn.