Something about the directness of his stare was disconcerting, and it made her—strangely—shy
You are aware of the curious furtive glances thrown at you; the curious suppressed whisper, hidden in a way that only made it more obvious. You...
She liked him. She liked the air about him, calm and collected, free of artifice, bereft of a desire to dominate. She liked that he liked...
We were there when you found him. Somehow, we had known beforehand. We had guessed from your face, the bashing smiles you gave, the sudden flushes...
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