"Haven't bought a car here yet anyway," Darlington points out, though for a moment he wonders if the magic of this place might leave the old wine-colored Mercedes idling at the curb like some kind of holiday miracle. It's a silly thought, and fleeting; reminiscent only of the day he'd gotten his license and sat out on Lighthouse Point waiting and waiting for the sight of something marvelous. "But if you'll have me, I'll stay."
He smiles. "I won't even try to convince you to let me sleep on the couch."
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Date: 2019-12-31 04:19 am (UTC)He smiles. "I won't even try to convince you to let me sleep on the couch."