The Pack In Illinois

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His face looked smooth and haunting, his features making him look dangerous. His black hair fell slightly over his eyelashes, and I was able to see his muscles bulging through his black t-shirt.

When his icy eyes looked into mine, it felt like time stopped. I inhaled sharply, unprepared for this feeling. Apparently, so was he. His haunting stare turned more innocent, he didn't even blink as he locked his eyes on me.

The pit in my stomach was no longer there, and suddenly the last place I wanted to be was home. I wanted to live in this moment for ever, I didn't want to breathe.

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