"Am I that good at hiding it?"
A smile tugged on the corner of her lips, and she shrugged, feeling a little playful with her next words.
"Maybe I'm just oblivious."
"Am I that good at hiding it?"
A smile tugged on the corner of her lips, and she shrugged, feeling a little playful with her next words.
"Maybe I'm just oblivious."
In his eyes I see fire, his gaze burning through me, thawing every ounce of sadness within me, turning it all into warmth.
Warm like his hair, his freckles, his touch.
With him, I'm no longer cold.
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