Firefly - LivreLou, Part Two
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK I knew when the car pulled onto Broadway where he was taking me and I couldn’t help the bright smile on my lips, the butterflies in my stomach, and the need to kiss him again. He didn’t mind. Not even a little. I could tell by the triumphant smirk on his perfect lips. The Ballet. Knox wasn’t much of a fan. I knew that, but he knew it was my passion. He knew I would love it and so here we were. Parked right outside the Lincoln Theatre, enormous banners announcing the performance of the Nutcracker. I have never seen it before, but I always wanted to. “Did you know Noah took me to the ballet on our first date?” I asked, my arm linked with his. “Of course, I know. I was insanely jealous that he got you to go out with him.” “Sorry,” I gave him a little shrug,
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