Dorian in a suit. Dorian checking his watch. Dorian holding flowers. Holding peonies. His presence strung me like a violin bow and kept me still as if I was captured by a haunting melody. Then I was staring at him too long and he was turning, his eyes instantly catching me. His posture corrected. I immediately became aware of the shortness of my dress and the chip in my nail polish and the small strand of hair that wouldn’t rest on top of my head. Wow, he mouthed. I rolled my eyes. Typical. You like it, a full smile that squeezed out his dimple said. I couldn’t help but smile back. Right as I
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Ahhhh love!!!!!!
