squared my shoulders. Release the Kraken! Several sets of eyes settled on me. What? I gave a lopsided shrug. I've always wanted to yell that since I saw that movie. Seemed like the perfect moment. Aiden laughed. See! That's why I love him, I told the group. He laughs at the stupid crap that comes out of my mouth. In response, Aiden leaned over and pressed his lips against my temple. Keep talking about loving me, he murmured, and we're going to scar some of these guys for life. I
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The moment was charged with excitement as I suddenly found the courage to shout, "Release the Kraken!" It was a line I'd always wanted to say, inspired by a movie, and I felt it was the perfect opportunity. The reactions around me were amusing, but Aiden's laughter stood out, making me realize why I cherished him—his ability to find joy in my goofy moments. This connection between us was palpable and light-hearted, drawing the attention of our friends.

Aiden responded playfully by pressing his lips to my temple, teasing me about how my embrace of silliness might leave a lasting impression on our friends. His affectionate remark highlighted not only his sense of humor but also the deep bond we shared, a mix of fun and love that amused and maybe even shocked our companions. These moments were precious, underscoring the ways in which our relationship thrived on laughter and spontaneous expression.

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