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Last published Mon, Jun 9, 2025
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I've always hated the way my eyes look. But when he stares at me like that, like he loves them no matter how weird they are, I just can't bring myself to hate them anymore.
"I said stop it, Keith." I sternly say to hide the blush creeping up on me.
"You know I can't. I stare into ethereal beauty when I look into those eyes."
I definitely couldn't stop it. The blush invaded my cheeks, and I bet he could hear my elevated, chaotic heartbeat from where he stood.
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