vertoldmehowcoolyournamewas.badgirl.”

“youdidn’tsayyouwerestrongandsexyeither.”她挑起眉，反驳道。

“itgoeswithoutsaying.”他眨眼。

晚上10点半，他们手牵手走在king’scross地铁站外面宽阔的广场。在伦敦1月的寒风里，他们一人吃一个甜筒，不时地停下来接吻。空气里好像有甜得化不开的旖旎。

“iamahappyman.”alex扔掉甜筒抱着她，下颌蹭着她的头顶。

“sit.i’llsingyouasong.”傅谈笑拉着alex坐在一张长椅上，唱起了honeyhoney的thursdaynight。

“i’msittingherewithyoutonight.youmakeanawfulprettysight.sinceit'sjustustwotonight,ithinkthatweshouldscrewtonight.

“i’mfeelingkindastucktonight.anoldjukeboxwithaneonlight.ibitdownonmylucktonight.ithinkthatweshouldfucktonight.

“it’snotthati'mjustusingyou,youjustlooklikeyouneedittoo,andwhenthatsun esrollingthrough,we'llhavedonewhatwecametodo.

“it’sjustmeandyoutonight.igotnobarkandigotnobite--unlessofcoursethat'swhatyoulike.'mightnotgetmuchsleeptonight.

“it’snotthati'mjustusingyou—youjustlooklikeyouneedittoo.andwhenthatsun esrollingthrough,we'llhavedonewhatwecametodo.

“ain’tnoneedtothinktonight,towhisper

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