An Almost Made Up Love Excerpt

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We sat on his couch drinking white wine and listening to Wilco like they were Buddy Holly and we were Don McLean.  He said, “You’re in love with me.”  I said, “If you keep saying that, I’m going to start thinking you’re in love with me.”

So we went out for more wine and whiskey and we sat outside a bar on the warm summer night, drinking and watching skin and bone sweethearts pass by.

When the last call came we were in his bed laughing at Saturday Night Live.  I was wearing his boxers and his head was resting on my shoulder while his dog slept at our feet.  In the night he put my arm around himself and linked his fingers with mine.