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Ethan had never been good with words. He could write a decent email, sure, but when it came to feelings—his own feelings—he struggled. That’s why, when he met Leo, he found himself stumbling over everything, from basic greetings to goodbye.
Leo, on the other hand, was effortless. He spoke with a kind of warmth that made everyone feel like they belonged, and he always had the right thing to say at the right time. That was the first thing Ethan noticed about him when they met at a bookstore in Brooklyn—how naturally words flowed from his lips.
“You know, you’ve been staring at that book for a while,” Leo had said, smirking as he pointed at Call Me by Your Name in Ethan’s hands. “It’s a good one. But if you’re debating whether to buy it, I’d say yes.”
Ethan had flushed, feeling caught. “I—uh, yeah. I’ve heard good things.”
“I work here,” Leo added, adjusting the nametag on his sweater. “But I’d recommend it even if I didn’t.”
Ethan bought the book that day, even though he had already read it twice. More importantly, he walked away with Leo’s number scribbled on the receipt.
Over the next few weeks, their connection grew through late-night texts, coffee shop meetups, and deep conversations about books, music, and the kind of love that lingers beyond words. Leo was everything Ethan wasn’t—bold, unafraid, and quick-witted. Yet, somehow, Ethan felt understood in a way he never had before.
It wasn’t long before Ethan realized he had fallen for Leo. Hard. But saying the words? That was the problem.
One evening, as they sat on Ethan’s tiny apartment balcony, looking out over the city lights, Leo turned to him with a knowing smile.
“You don’t always have to say it, you know,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over Ethan’s knuckles. “Love isn’t always about words.”
Ethan looked at him, heart racing. He knew Leo could see right through him—he always did. So instead of speaking, Ethan leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Leo’s lips.
And in that moment, with the cool breeze around them and their hands intertwined, Ethan realized something—sometimes, love is best expressed not in words, but in the quiet, undeniable way you hold onto someone who makes you feel seen.

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