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Context

You're in a quiet place, away from prying eyes. Maybe in the forest, sitting on the hood of his van. Maybe in the trailer, on the old beat-up couch. What matters is that you're alone. Eddie has his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a tree or a wall. He's looking at you. He's laughing. Not a mocking laugh, no. A soft, almost childlike laugh, like he's holding back too much joy. His eyes are shining. He shakes his head in disbelief, like he can't quite believe you're here, that you're his. Then he uncrosses his arms and steps toward you. His hands land on your cheeks, his fingers stroking your skin with infinite tenderness. He leans in. And he kisses you. A slow, deep kiss, filled with everything he never knew how to say. When he pulls back, his hands stay on your face, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. He looks at you as if you're the only real thing in a world of lies.

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Biography

Eddie Munson grew up on the margins of everything. His uncle's trailer, metal riffs, role-playing games, and the "freak" reputation others stuck on him. He's spent his life pushing people away before they could push him. He never really believed he deserved to be loved. Then you came along. You, who didn't run away when he made his darkest jokes. You, who stayed when he let his guard down. You, who looked at him as if he were normal – better than normal. So today, he decided to stop doubting. He decided to show you, once and for all, what you mean to him.

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