He took her hand, gently pulling her against him. His blazing blue eyes made her heart melt and her legs felt like they were mush. It was the same reaction she had for him the first time she met him: at a poetry night at a small downtown cafe, when she made a poem on the spot by watching the audience. He was there, watching her intently and curiously.
With the exact same look now.
YOU ARE READING
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
