GraceKellyShantelle
He looked at her, a strange expression painted across his face.
"What is it?" She prompted.
"Nothing," he shook his head absentmindedly while smiling to himself.
"No, really, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
He grinned and shrugged, while looking down. "You are just so infuriatingly beautiful," he lifted up his head, tearing his gaze from the ground. His eyes reflecting an emotion so strong and profound. An emotion that is the careful weave of lust and utter affection from the bottom of one's heart.
"And I happen to be one who admires beautiful things."
He said it matter-of-factly, as if stating a fact and because of that she lost her balance and fell for him.
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A novel about a midsummer love tragedy.