“Is there a moment you would relive more than once?” he said in a musing voice. “No,” I replied, thinking uncomfortably of his power to reshape time, limited though it is. “I’m rather fond of my sanity, thank you.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear with one long finger. I felt the ghost of his touch trailing over my brow for some time afterwards. “That would be mine,” he said. “Your hair is always in your eyes.”
EEEEEEEKKKK SWOON I WOULD DIE IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME 💜💜💔❤️
