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Kiss Her
Harry’s Point of View:
I didn’t kiss her. I should have kissed her! I just watched her go. Dammit, you know what I mean.
It’s late, about midnight, and with William in bed, Gemma is in the kitchen cleaning up as I sit at one of the stools at the island table, listening to the clinking of dishes and the running of tap water.
“Some people don’t kiss on the first ‘date’” Gemma says. “Maybe Ava doesn’t.”
“Maybe she does.” I argue. “Maybe she doesn’t like me.”
“Harry she likes you, trust me.”
“Oh really, how are you so sure?”
“I know you can’t see it but there’s something about the way she looks at you.”
“Yeah well, that’s kind of a problem isn’t it?”
“Hey, don’t get sarcastic with me.” She jokes. “You’re the one with the heightened senses, you can’t tell me you don’t hear it in the way she communicates with you and laughs at the funny things you say.”
“I don’t know what I hear anymore.” I sigh, thinking for a moment, “Hey Gemma?”
“Hmm?”
“I know I already asked you this earlier but-”
“What does Ava look like?” She finishes my question for me.
“Yeah. I just want to know, you know? I want to have a picture of her in my mind. Because right now all I can imagine is a female body with a blurry face.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Everything.” I smirk. “Head to toe.”
“Okay.” She huffs, but I can hear a smile behind her words. “She looks as if someone mixed Audrey Hepburn and Marion Cotillard together but in a younger version. Do you know who those two women are?”
“Yes.” I reply.
“Well sort of like that. Her brown eyes are like the color of cocoa powder and mix well with her cream skin. She has brown curly hair, a bit darker than when mine was when we were younger, that ends just below her shoulders. Um, I believe her nail polish color was some kind of deep red. She’s around 5 foot 4. Tiny thing. Small nose, but it fits her. Wide eyes, nice lips, um-”
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