For love
Genevieve The night air was sweet with salt and silence, the ocean rocking the boat in a lullaby that made the stars look a little closer than usual. We hadn’t spoken for a while. Not since I turned down the badge. Saint Laurent sat beside me on the deck, long legs stretched, arms behind his head like the king of the world. I watched him as he pulled out a blunt, his face turned just slightly away from me like he was trying to pretend he didn’t care how I’d respond. I raised a brow. “Really?” He didn’t look at me. Just lit it with a flick of his lighter. “Old habits die hard.” I stared at the smoke curling from his lips, how it danced like ghosts in the dark. “Give me some.” He blinked and turned to me slowly like he must’ve misheard. “What?” “I said… give me some.” I extended my
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