As she moved toward the record player and the needle dropped, the three of them settled into the rhythm of the night—distinct, mismatched, and yet, perfectly, irrevocably matched. The world outside could keep its definitions; they had created their own.
Chloe tilted Julian’s chin up. "Now," she said, a rare, genuine smile touching her lips. "Stop pouting. The night is young, and I believe Andre promised he would let us choose the music tonight." tushy240811chloechevaliertheoddthrouple verified