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Like a moth to a flame, I can’t stop looking at her.
The confusion deepens on her face, but when she opens the envelope and pulls out the card, her lips faintly quirk up and I feel fireworks go off. I did that.
She softly chuckles. Holy shit, I made her chuckle.
She looks into the bag, but I don’t miss the faint jerk of her lips. Fireworks. Every single time she does that.
She trails off, her lips slowly curling upward into a small smile. Wow…whoa…whoa. I don’t blink or breathe, afraid it’ll disappear or this is all a dream, but when she locks eyes with me, her small smile just barely deepens, and I swear my brain short-circuits.
“Sto facendo di tutto per non baciarti in questo momento.”
This time, I smile and his eyes don’t miss it. They never do.
I can’t help but smile a little at that. I don’t know how he does it, but he must’ve sensed my lips moving because he’s staring at me, those rich amber eyes locked on my mouth.
“My heart begs for you.”
