We were so close. I could see the shift and twist of candlelight on his skin, where the shadows and glow played peekaboo in the hollow of his throat. I could feel his breath ghosting against my face, smell the traces of his cologne. It was clean and bright, just like him. Beneath that, there was something warmer, richer. Something that was all Landon. That flush was back on his skin, dusting his cheeks and dipping beneath his collar. I was close enough to count his eyelashes and name every shade that flickered inside of his irises. If I tipped my head, our cheeks would brush. If he uncurled
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