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His hands reach down for his laces, fingers shaking so hard they keep missing the loops until he’s sawing out a curse beneath his breath with a bitter expression of hopelessness. But I’ve been a caretaker my entire life, and no amount of annoyance can keep me from kneeling before him and taking his hands in mine. “Focus on slowing your breathing,” I offer before he can open his mouth for another pitiful apology. My fingers are numb but make quick work of his laces and pull on the tongues so he can easily slip out of his skates.
The urge to tease and kiss away his
despair is too great, and it will only end poorly for me.
No deal needed—if she keeps looking at me like this, I’ll do anything she says.
but even with the golden morning light shining like a halo over the painting-esque view, I’m distracted by her. She’s so beautiful; dark lips and thick lashes over her darting, intense eyes. That little patch of freckles that I want to touch almost constantly. Brown hair that I imagine would feel just like silk if I ran my fingers through it.
“I thought you liked savory over sweet.” “I like anything when it comes to you,” he confesses, and my heart clenches.