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"This is fucking ridiculous," I muttered to the empty room...or mostly to Trix, who tilted his head at me with those big, brown eyes full of patient judgment.
"How do normal people even do this?! I've only ever confessed 'I want to hook up' or 'let's keep it casual.' How do I tell the Ice King I'm stupidly, terrifyingly in love with him without sounding like a complete idiot who's one bad metaphor away from a restraining order?"
The mirror in the adjoining bathroom became my next target. I stood there for what felt like hours, practicing different tones under the soft glow of the vanity lights, the cool marble counter digging into my palms as I leaned in close, trying not to laugh at my own reflection..
hair tousled, cheeks flushed with nerves, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of its own poor choices.
"Hey Xavier, I love you," I said, aiming for casual sincerity, but ended up sounding like I was ordering takeout. "No, too casual...try again."
