Iris Lim

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I took a sip and at last allowed my eyes to rise from my lap and meet his. We gazed at each other as though there was nowhere else to look. Was he as conscious as I of the gravity of what had just occurred? Surely I had not imagined the tenderness with which he had held me, the touch of his lips upon my head, and the unspoken strength of emotion manifest between us.
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