“Almost every night since you stayed over. That’s last night’s count. Might change today. You tend to lose some on your left eye.” “But why would you count my lashes?” “I love them. They’re dark and long and so fucking pretty when you’re sleeping. Besides, no one but me can count them, so that’s a huge bonus.” He chuckles softly, the sound echoing around us like a lullaby. “You’re so weird.” “I’ve always been.” “That you have.” “The only difference is that you’re not running away anymore.” “No, I’m not.” He leans completely against my chest and closes his eyes. “Give me five and then I’m
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