Elena Hect

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Her voice drops, and she does the thing you’ve never known how to deal with, when she gives you her full and undivided attention, all dark brows and downturned mouth and handsome planes of Nathaniel Feng. She’s put little winking gems at the corners of her eyes today, glittering in the sharp light. Her hair is freshly cut, shorn ends tucked under the easy styled sweep of her fringe. Her button-up is unbuttoned nearly all the way down her sternum. She has to look up at you, sitting in the chair, and you fight the urge to drop down to your knees so you can look her in the eyes properly.
Elena Hect
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