His eyes searched mine, reading deep into them, pulling out the threads of my soul. He opened his mouth and a small sound came out, as if he was about to say something—but maybe, like me, he lost the beautiful words before they could be spoken.
But it’s okay. Who needs words anyway? The kiss that followed told me everything I needed to know.
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