Kravitz stopped, and stared, his mouth open and gaping like a fish. Out of all the thoughts swirling in his head, out of all the things his heart was bursting to say, he blurted, “You closed early.”
no romance fic got any right to own my aromantic ass like this but here we are. From “when I think of you (flowers grow out of my grave)” by @phantomsteed, a Taakitz florist/mortician AU which is wonderful and heartwarming and funny all the way through! Please check it out!