I knew it. I fucking knew it. Those eyes, they see so much more than what's on the surface, digging deep, tearing me apart with each blink of those long lashes. They're not just windows to the soul, but doors, open and asking me to step inside, to see inside of her soul the same way she's seen into mine. Without knowing it, I lift my hand and sign my own soul away, promising myself to a woman I've known less than a month.
