I reach across the table and lower his hands from his face; he flinches slightly, and when he looks up at me his blue eyes are so clear. “It’s like I can tell what you’re thinking,” I say aloud, without a thought. “Maybe you can,” he whispers in response, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I know he wants to kiss me; I can read it on his face. I can see it in his honest eyes. Hardin’s eyes are so guarded all the time I have to struggle to be able to read him, and even then I’ve never been able to read him the way I want to, the way I need to. I lean closer to Robert, the small table
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He seems nice. And an aspiring doctor!
