• “Demisexual?” Her face, that beautiful face, remains unchanged. Doesn’t shift to
    incredulity or boredom. Just understanding. Beautiful understanding and acceptance. “I
    know. I won’t press you into anything you don’t want. I love you, Lili. All of you and all
    of how you think and live and breathe. Demisexual just means loving differently, and
    there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s your everything I love. Not bits and pieces.”

    “My everything?”

    She nuzzles her forehead beneath my chin. “Yes, your everything. Silly siren.”

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