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.love in february.
"Don't be shy," he said, his smile lucid as his hands rested themselves upon her shoulders, so warm and comforting. "I'd just like to watch."
But I don't ever want you to see me like this—it's all she could think about. How come he could ask this of her? Didn't he know that she'd never leave him?
"They all look at you," he whispered, "and I know—I know, don't tell me I don't." His breath against her ear was just the comfort she needed; he was so close, so close. That feeling in her stomach, something so similar to butterflies but they were a little darker—it wasn't pretty enough to be a butterfly, twittered almost painfully. Why ever did she think that?
"They look at you all the time. You're so pretty."