“Don’t all the boys you do that to look at you like this, after?” Maybe it was a pathetic attempt to find out how many boys there were, or maybe it was an attempt to make myself look less...less in love. But his eyes grew very serious as he looked at me. “No,” He said. “No one looks at me the way you do.” I felt those words like a burn. My cheeks flooded with warmth. Embarrassed, I sat up, tucked myself into my jeans, and buttoned them. “I don’t mind it,” he said obliquely. “What?” “The way you look at me.” His gaze was very intense suddenly, his eyes holding my own in their pale grey snare.
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