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I know Geraint’s intentions were to shut me up. Or at least turn me off with the masinko music. But instead, I was enchanted. We shared his earbuds and listened to four whole albums by the time we touched down in Greece.
I wasn’t fooled into thinking we were now best friends. But at least he wasn’t sneering at me. Well, not any more than normal. And I had managed to get his Twitter handle and f*******: profile name while glancing at his phone. But he had yet to follow me or approve my friend request.
Once we’d claimed our bags and stepped outside the airport, Geraint hailed a taxi. He opened the door and handed me inside while the driver put our luggage in the belly of the trunk. I watched the dark knight fold his form into the backseat of the car and a crinkle creased my brow.
The f
