Three Is The Luckiest Number

trust, but he can’t imagine the whole world knowing.
“Blake,” Elliot says.
“Yes, Elliot?” Blake replies.
“You don’t believe me.”
He thinks about them sitting here together, about Elliot kissing him. Three times, because three is the luckiest number. Blake wants to believe him. He tells him that. He wants to.
Maybe that’s enough for now.
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