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He wasn’t supposed to play piano. He was the goofy best friend, the one who helped her move couches and stole her fries. But his fingers moved like he’d been hiding this forever. When he saw her, he stopped.

“You’re the pianist?” Amy whispered. Amy Quinn - Amy Loves Anal Sex -Private Society...

But life, as she was about to discover, loved her back. He wasn’t supposed to play piano

There, under a single yellow light, sat Leo. as she was about to discover

“I love romantic storylines,” she said, stepping closer. “But I think I’d rather live one.”

Leo smiled, a little shy. “And you’re the poet.” He held up a crumpled page—one of the fictional poems she’d written for the story. “You left this in my jacket last week. I thought… maybe you weren’t just writing fiction.”