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" I’ll see you tonight, Oliver.” I turn on my heel with the intention of fleeing the scene, Cooper Price–style, before the adrenaline dies down and either one of us can fully contemplate the audacity of what I just did. Then Oliver’s voice pulls me back. “And after?” he asks. I stop, turning back. The afternoon light is pouring in through the window, casting warm colors on his face, streaming into his eyes. I drink in the sight of him, doing something I’m usually not very good at: taking my time. “And after,” I say quietly. He smiles his Millie smile, and I smile my Oliver one. We’ve said a lot of things to each other over the years, tossed more mean words between us than I could ever count. But making a promise only takes two. "
― Emma Lord , When You Get the Chance