“What are you doing?” I lifted my gaze to his, realizing I’d been staring, and answered honestly. “Remembering you.” His gaze heated, but not in the way I expected. “You realize you’re too good for me, right?” I frowned, my voice cracking as I asked, “Why would you say that?” “Because it’s true.” Now his eyes moved over me like I was being memorized. “I’ve been so careful, taking things slow, because I wanted to fall in love with your mind and heart first, not muck it up with arms and legs and appendages. You’re brilliant. And soulful. And beautiful. And clever and kind.” He’d made each of the
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