“It’s a beautiful exhibition.” He turned to face her, his dark eyes ablaze. “It’s not the art keeping me here.” Brown sugar swirled with caffeine. Juno felt like she was floating, untethered to earth. Having him closer was the best and worst thing. His lashes were so very long and his freckles resembled constellations. She needed him to not look at her with such intensity but would also die if he stopped.
I'm dying!!! omg omg omg..
