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Goodness, you guys, have you seen the Twilight clips from the Penelope DVD that are on YouTube? And the second trailer? My heart is beating so fast, I can't wait for this movie! Sorry for the long wait, folks. Here's an extra long chapter just for you guys.
Learning To Fall
A Twilight fanfic by Starfire Star
Chapter Eleven: Ready or Not
I had felt this exhilarating feeling many times before, each time I put that helmet on, got on that bike, and wrapped my arms around his waist for dear life. The anticipation just built and built until, finally, we were speeding through the streets. The wind was in my hair, watching the stretch of road go on and on in front of us. I wanted it to go on forever.
This time, it was very nearly the same, except for the fact that the person I was clinging to was someone who had broken my heart almost beyond repair.
The wind blew almost harshly in my face now. I loosened my grip on his waist, somehow hoping that maybe I would fall off the motorcycle. The pain from being injured would hurt less than his abandonment.
I assumed, of course, that his abandonment would happen in the near future. It would be best to sever ties with him as soon as possible, so that it would hurt less. But I still couldn't bear to risk my life throwing myself off a speeding motorcycle. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. It was obvious he didn't notice that I wasn't enjoying this motorcycle ride as I did with the others.
As the trees and dirt zoomed past us, I tried to wrack my brain for the appropriate way to break up with him. I knew seeing the look on his face would make me feel horribly guilty. I also had another thought—was I really that selfish to inflict pain on him so that I could protect myself before he did the same to me?
Maybe he wouldn't even care. Maybe it was one less thing for him to do.
He pulled in an unfamiliar place—it seemed to be a parking lot of a park filled with large trees and thick bushes. I had never seen this type of vegetation in Arizona. This meant that—
He got off the bike and stood, swiftly removing the helmet from his head to reveal bronze, messy hair.
Bronze messy hair.
Clearly, it wasn't Jacob.
This changed everything.
He turned around to smile a crooked smile at me, and I felt my heart flutter, like it was about to fall out of my chest. I slowly got off of the motorcycle and stood, facing him, staring into his green eyes.
"Bella," he murmured, his velvety voice sounding like music to my ears. He took a step forward, and his arms were open, as if they were reaching out to me. I stepped forward to meet him.
A small smile spread on my lips. That same magnetic feeling I felt before when we were in the music room ran like an electric current through my body, my arms. I reached up slowly to wrap my arms around his neck, moving closer to him, inhaling his delicious scent.
He chucked softly before putting his arms around my waist, filling the space between us as I reached up on my tippy-toes to press my lips against his. His lips felt so warm and inviting, and they moved against mine so softly. His arms left my waist to move up my back, and I ran my hands through his tousled hair. I sighed against his lips before whispering—
"Edward." I said his name so softly, but it sounded almost like a moan.
I heard laughing behind me, and Edward, the night, and the motorcycle disappeared.
My eyes flew open and I turned around to give an icy glare to Emmett, who was watching me in amusement, his large, muscular arms folded across his chest. He was leaning against the counter. "Edward?" he repeated, mocking me. "I can't believe you just said his name in that… in that way. Don't tell me you're already smitten with him."
"I'm not," I said, my face flaming red. I couldn't believe that Emmett had just used the word smitten. As I let my warm cheeks cool down, I started on my next task: refilling the cups and lids.
I was doing my trial-run at the Starbucks in Port Angeles. It was my first day; Emmett had just completed training me. The training didn't take long—only the morning, since it was a slow day (thankfully on my part). I was a bit nervous. I tried concentrating as hard as I could on my various duties, but I was finding it quite difficult.
Emmett was so desperate for anyone to work at the Starbucks with him—he would be working longer hours and earning more without another employee, but he thought it would seriously hurt his social life—that I felt kind of sorry for him. But that wasn't the reason why I accepted the job.
Of course, with Alice and Jasper's recent realizations that they were in love, I realized that I wouldn't be spending as much time with Alice as I had been before. Jasper seemed to have no issues with juggling work, studying, and Alice all at once. Alice was only too happy to help out Jasper as much as she could. That left me with not much to do but sit at home and mope, while everyone else was at work.
Well, almost everyone else. Edward had been spending more and more time with Tanya at the house, and seeing them together made me feel a bit uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that Tanya, who was nice, never seemed to want to actually continue a conversation with me. I wasn't exactly helping by talking Edward's ear off.
I had learned a lot about him since the day that I decided I wanted to. We often engaged in heated conversations about which Muse and Linkin Park songs were their greatest. Working at a music store, Edward obviously had an educated taste, and it fascinated me. He put up with my endless gushing over Jane Austen's novels, and I tolerated his bashing of Romeo and other literary heroes.
I let myself become entranced in his piano playing. He tried to show me the ropes but I was easily frustrated—my clumsy strokes would never be able to compare with his flawless, graceful playing. Even the simplest of songs ("Twinkle Twinkle Little Star") sounded weak.
"That's it Bella… just go slow and steady. You can speed it up once you get each note down," Edward said to me as he sat next to me.
That was easy for him to say. He was already way past Mary Had A Little Lamb at the age of six. I clicked my tongue in frustration as I hit another key, listening to see if it was correct.
"I've already showed you the notes," Edward said simply, a hint of frustration colouring his voice. "All you need to do is play."
"It's not that easy, okay? Especially not for me, a beginner! Paired with my clumsiness, I'm surprised I even got half of the notes right," I muttered as I hit the piano, clearly embarrassed and even a little angry.
"Hey, the piano never did anything to you," Edward protested as I dropped my arms. I wanted to lay my head down so badly. "And being a beginner means nothing. I know you can do this."
"Gee, thanks," I said, staring at him out of the corner of my eye. "Could you sound any more frustrated with me?" After I said the words, I felt ashamed and wanted to take them back. But before I could, Edward was already wound up.
"Well, what can you possibly expect to accomplish by giving up?" Edward demanded, staring at me, his eyes as cold as ice. After a moment of silence, the anger on his face diminished as I looked at him, and I could tell he was already softening up.
"Not hurting myself," I said, trying a small smile to see if he was still angry at me.
"I can't argue with that."
We already considered each other friends. It was easy to talk to him, and although we tended to argue (in Edward's words, 'disagree') the conversation was enjoyable. And that's exactly what I wanted. The way we were able to talk endlessly about almost everything was a nice change from the point of view I had from Alice. I hoped that I wasn't getting in between their friendship. When I mentioned this to the both of them separately, all I got was a laugh from Edward and an eye roll from Alice.
My head was spinning and my hands were shaking as I reflected on the recent daydream I had… no, more like me going insane. Kissing Edward? Was that really something I wanted to do?
Well, that explains the magnetic feeling, I dryly thought to myself as I sorted the lids into their appropriate categories. No way. I couldn't possibly like Edward like that—I didn't feel the same way around him as I felt with Jacob. It was definitely something different. It was probably just the feeling of actually making a new friend of the opposite sex and feeling like you were getting closer.
Of course, not too close.
It's just the coffee, I told myself. The fumes are making me think funny things. Or maybe I just need more sleep.
"The way you said it," Emmett continued, obviously not about to let the subject drop, "It sounded like an intense moment of heat and passion, just like in those erotic nov—"
"Okay, Emmett, stop," I interrupted. Cutting him off was the best possible option as soon as the word erotic came out of his mouth. "I was just thinking out loud about our last conversation. I-I forgot to practice the piano. He's supposed to continue lessons soon." I was lying through my teeth and it was painfully evident.
"You're totally into him," Emmett ignored my shaky reply, probably knowing that it wasn't true and not even bothering to acknowledge it.
"Into who?" A cheerful voice said from behind me. I swirled around to find Alice standing in front of Emmett, who was at the cash register. Emmett opened the door at the counter in order to let her through. I was so startled; I dropped the small stack of cups I was holding.
Emmett laughed. "Total B.S.," he grinned, nodding at my clumsiness. I rolled my eyes. I hoped he wasn't going to continue with this any longer. "Edward," he said to Alice.
"Oh, thank goodness Emmett! Finally someone else who notices," Alice said in agreement as Emmett headed into the back room. "Stop denying it, Bella. You've been getting closer and closer every day." I couldn't deny this.
"I don't—" I repeated slowly, pronouncing each word. "—like Edward. Okay? Can we move on, please?" Alice shook her head, staring at her new kitten heel boots. "Total B.S.," Emmett said again, re-entering from the back room carrying a medium-sized sack effortlessly, which looked to be full of tea.
"Here, Alice," he said to her as he passed her the sack. The sack looked roughly half the size of her. My heart lurched as Alice somehow managed to make it past the counter carrying the sack. "Thanks, Emmett!" she called over her shoulder. "I'll be back with Jasper later tonight. See you guys later!"
I leaned against the counter, holding the empty clear plastic bag loosely in my hands. "Using 'B.S.' doesn't make any sense," I pointed out to Emmett. "You're saying its total 'Bella Swan'. What does that mean?" Emmett shrugged. "It depends on the context. It always makes sense to me." I shook my head in confusion.
"For example," he continued, "You like Edward. That's total 'Bella Swan', which means, yes, you do like him."
"I do not," I insisted, frustrated now. Emmett raised a hand to silence me. "Okay, okay. I get it. But Edward liking someone else would be a hell of a lot better for him right now." He sighed, watching the door for customers.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't like Tanya, alright? She takes up too much of his time," Emmett explained. I stared at him, a trifle shocked. Emmett was always the one telling Edward that he should never wait to 'score' with a girl and that since he liked Tanya for a long time, he should go for it. But I could see where he was coming from about Tanya consuming too much of Edward's time.
"So… you're jealous?" I asked, listening to myself say the words. They sounded just a bit funny, and I put a hand to my mouth to stifle a laugh. Emmett rolled his eyes at me. "We never play football anymore. Jasper even told me that he overheard Tanya say that she was tired of him being more close to everyone else, and not her."
I looked down at my hands. I couldn't help but feel this was partially my fault, and Tanya wasn't completely to blame. I had being spending a bit more time with Edward than he was with everyone else. "I take up quite a bit of his time," I admitted to Emmett, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Emmett rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, but we all like you. Tanya's been known for being a selfish brat at times." I looked up at him, shocked again. "You don't like her?" Emmett shrugged. "Edward's practically my brother. I can't say that I don't like her. I don't exactly have a choice."
I nodded slowly as I turned my back to him. I felt pleased that Emmett had said that everyone liked me. It had been awhile since I'd heard that. But the rest of what he said made me feel even more uneasy about Tanya.
I was snapped out of my train of thought as a brown-haired good-looking man with glasses stepped in front of the cash register. He was wearing an expensive-looking leather coat.
"Can I get one tall mocha frappuccino and one tall white chocolate mocha?" he ordered as I punched the prices into the register. I nodded and told him the price. He handed me a few bills and said to 'keep the change'. I had never seen a customer so slick. I watched as he made his way back to the table in the corner of the room, setting one of the cups in front of a girl in a cute crocheted hat with short blond hair.
"You're lucky it's so slow today," Emmett remarked, moving forward to stand beside me. "Usually there are huge amounts of people, gigantic hordes willing to beat you up for the best cup of Joe in town."
"I'm also lucky that I'm not actually handling the coffee," I muttered. "That would've been a disaster." Emmett nodded in agreement. We stood there in silence for a moment before Emmett let out a long sigh.
"Let's play two lies and a truth," Emmett suggested. "I'd like to actually know a little bit more about my newest roommate." I smiled at him, pleased to see that he was willing to get to know me. "You go first," I told him. "I've never played this before."
"Okay," he said with a mischievous smile. "One: I eat three meals a day. Two: I've dated less than ten girls. Three: I go to the gym five times a week. Now you have to tell me which statements are lies, and which one is true." I rolled my eyes at him, folding my arms across my chest.
"The truth is obviously 'going to the gym five times a week'," I said. "I see you wake up extra early in the mornings to do your laundry so you can just stuff it into your gym bag when you come home." Emmett laughed. "Correct. Now you try."
I stood there, thinking it over for a minute, as Emmett checked on the customers who were either sitting at a table or lounging on the comfortable couches. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows before shaking his head. "What's wrong?" I asked him curiously before he nodded in the direction of the corner of the room.
The man who had just recently ordered was gone. The girl was sitting alone now, both coffee cups in front of her, her hands covering her face. Her chest heaved up and down, and her shoulders shook. I knew only too well what this meant.
"She's crying," I whispered, clearly concerned. "Poor girl." Emmett straightened out his collar and winked at me. "What a perfect time to display my fine skills with the ladies." I looked at him. "By taking advantage of them while they're crying and obviously vulnerable?" I asked dryly. Emmett shrugged jumped out from behind the counter, not bothering to use the door.
He turned around to face me. "Come," he gestured. "You'll have the chance to see Emmett McCarty in action!" I shook my head in disbelief but followed. As we approached the table, the girl's coat looked strangely familiar.
My eyes widened as we reached the table. Emmett shot a nervous glance at me before looking back down at the girl who clearly didn't notice us. Her face was still buried in her hands, a tissue grasped in one fist. Now I knew why the coat was so familiar.
"Rosalie?" I said softly as I sat in the seat where the man once was. Emmett crouched down so he was level to us and put an arm around her. Rosalie only continued to sob harder. I couldn't comprehend a single thing that came out of her mouth. Emmett shook his head. "What's wrong?"
"I-I… am… so… sorry…" Rosalie managed to choke out. I stared at her in confusion. "Why are you sorry?" Emmett demanded. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Do you think this is the best time to ask questions?" I hissed. Emmett ignored me and tried to calm Rose down. "Please, tell us what's going on. You're freaking us out." So much for being sensitive. I reached over to pat Rose's hand.
"T-that… he has… Greg is…" My face turned pale as I realized the man who she was sitting with was Greg, her older, mature boyfriend. The one who had a kid. Emmett's face turned fierce. "What? What about that guy? Did he hurt you? Where is he? I'll kick his ass!" I hastily grabbed a box of tissues off the next table before Rosalie started to sob even harder.
"Rose," I told her gently, "We're not leaving." She continued to sob for a moment before she raised her head to look at me, and then Emmett. "You idiot," she struggled, her face tear-streaked and her hair messy. She reached up to pull off the crocheted hat to shake out the rest of her blond locks. "You won't kick his ass, or else I'll kick your ass," she told him sternly, wiping away a few stray tears. I gave her a small smile.
"I'm being so stupid, anyway," Rosalie laughed without humour. "I'm acting so dramatic over something that isn't that big a deal." She sniffled, still clutching the tissue in her hand. "What is it, Rose?" Emmett demanded. I sighed lightly and stared at the table. Rose glared at him for a moment before speaking.
"Greg has… a wife," she spoke slowly, and I could already see the tears welling up in her eyes. I glanced swiftly at Emmett who looked back at me, eyebrows raised. We both turned to Rosalie. "I know what you're both thinking. How could I be so stupid, right? But everything will be fine. Greg's going to divorce her." I felt more like she was talking to herself than to Emmett and I. I didn't know if she quite believed herself because she started to cry completely now, so I reached out to hug her.
I thought about Greg, and how he could possibly go out with Rosalie without her knowing the whole time that he had a family, a wife and child, at home waiting for him. He could've spent time with them, but no, he decided to date a fresh-out-of-high school blond bombshell.
I could say that he only went out with Rosalie for her looks, but that would be wrong. There was probably more to Rosalie Hale than I knew about, getting to know her during the little time I saw her in a few short weeks.
The only right thing would be to think about how she would deal with this. Would she even consider continuing this affair when she knew fully well it would probably rip an entire family apart? I thought about the kid. I knew how much I felt pulled this way and that being the child of a divorce. Would she really want to be considered 'the other woman', 'a home wrecker'?
My cell phone rang, interrupting me of my thoughts. Everyone, especially Alice, persuaded me to buy one. I had finally caved in and bought the cheapest, simplest one. Despite Alice insisting to buy me the nicest, newest cell phone money could buy, I turned her down.
"Hello?" It was a number I didn't recognize.
There was silence on the other line. Finally, a voice said, "Bella?"
"Dad?" I whispered, my face pulling into shock. Emmett gave me a concerned expression. I shifted myself so that Rosalie could continue to sob quietly on Emmett's shoulder so that I could pull away and take the phone call to a more private venue.
I watched Emmett rock Rosalie back and forth. Charlie asked quietly, "Are you ready to come home now?" I immediately turned defensive.
"Dad, I already said I'd talk to you when I'm ready," I said, feeling a lump appear in my throat. For the past week or so, I wanted to forget all about Charlie. It had worked, but this unexpected phone call was a quick blow.
"I know." He sounded disappointed, upset.
I didn't know what else to say. So I opted to get out of this painful conversation. I was running away from my problems again. But I hoped this one would stay as far away as possible until I was ready to meet it.
"I have to go, Dad," I whispered into the phone, staring from behind the counter at an imaginary customer, to make the lying seem less of a lie and more real. "I'm really busy now." So I snapped my phone shut and stuffed it into the pocket of my green apron. I looked back at Emmett and Rosalie. Rosalie was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, waving her hands animatedly as Emmett looked at her wearily. Suddenly Rosalie gave Emmett a pleading look. Emmett stared at her, shaking his head slowly.
There were only a few people at Starbucks now, and it was getting close to closing time. As I approached Emmett and Rose, Emmett held his hand out. "Here, let me take the keys," he said, one arm still wrapped around Rosalie's shoulders. "I'll lock up. You go on home. Rose and I are going to hang out here for awhile."
I looked at him sceptically. Why should I leave when there was a friend in need? But something about the look on Emmett's face made me decide not to question him. I leaned in and gave Rosalie a hug. "Hang in there, Rose," I whispered. "Everything will be okay."
Rose gave me a small smile before digging for something in her coat pocket. "Here, take my car," she said, holding the keys out on one finger. I sighed in relief. I had forgotten all about how I would come home. And Emmett's Jeep always made me so anxious. It was humongous—I couldn't even begin to think how I would handle driving it.
"Thanks," I smiled, taking the keys from her. "I'll see you guys at home."
The drive home took a bit longer as I thought it would. I played a CD that Edward had burned me, the first one being "Island in the Sun" by Weezer. It was a CD of songs that would depict where I'd want to be—in the sun, on a beach, like how it should've been in the summer if I were still home in Phoenix.
Sadly, the mood of the music didn't match the actual weather. The roof of Rose's car was up, and it was drizzling outside. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair. I shuddered at this thought, reminding me of my daydream earlier that day.
I decided to make a quick stop at a diner and grab a burger—I realized I was hungrier than I thought I was.
I was now in Forks. I decided to take a route I was unfamiliar with back to the house, not realizing that I would pass Charlie's new house on the way. I felt horrible about the way I abruptly ended the phone call earlier. That, in turn, brought on new feelings. Maybe I should've let him speak. Maybe we could've talked, worked things out.
I slowed down as I passed the house. He wouldn't recognize that it was me. I could see through the window—the curtains weren't drawn, the lights were on. He was obviously home. As I got a good view of inside, I saw Charlie, sitting at the dining room table. And he wasn't alone. There was the woman—Helena—sitting with him at the table, candles
lit, talking to him, and a smile upon her face. Charlie was smiling as well, he looked happier than I'd ever seen him.
I felt tears fill my eyes. Was I really so selfish as to give Charlie a choice between his new happiness, and myself? Was I really so unwilling to let him be happy?
I could've sworn that Charlie had taken a look out the window. I didn't have time to confirm it, because by that time, I was zooming away in the car. I didn't care if Rosalie's windows were tinted or not. I just wanted to get away from there.
I stopped abruptly on the next street, putting my head to the steering wheel. I needed to be alone. I needed to collect my thoughts. But it was hard to concentrate as the tears spilled from my eyes, one by one. I didn't want to get salt water on Rosalie's leather seats, so I grabbed a bunch of tissues and put them to my face.
I sat there for a long time.
Before long, darkness started to set around me. The trees turned into dark shapes in the distance, and soon enough, the few streetlamps started to turn on. Something in my mind was telling me, you better get a move on. You're a mess. Everyone's going to worry about you. Quit being a cry-baby. I stared with determination into the rear view mirror, fixing my hair and wiping the wet streaks on my face.
I gripped the steering wheel and drove home, my mind blank, trying to wish my problems away, knowing they would never go.
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When I got back to the house, hardly any lights were on. I saw dim light from a crack between the curtains of the living room window, but that was all. I glanced overhead as I got out of Rosalie's convertible, staring at the moon. The sky was yet again cloudy. Not a good night for gazing at the stars, I noted.
I swiftly unlocked the front door to the house. I made my way through the foyer to investigate who was in the living room.
Someone was sitting on the couch, the back to me, facing the TV. Some documentary was going on, currently talking about mountain lions. I stared at the TV for a moment before stepping into the living room.
The sound of my sneakers tapping on the floor was enough to make the figure turn around. It was Edward. Of course. I could recognize that hair from a mile away. He smiled at me, cocking his head. "You're late. It's past curfew."
I gave him a small smile and shook my head. "Says the guy who stays up late to watch lion documentaries," I teased, making my way to the couch. I flopped down and crossed my legs. Edward immediately shifted to make room for me.
"So what's going on? Where is everyone?" I asked, grabbing a blanket from a small basket next to the couch and wrapping it around me. "Well, Emmett and Rosalie came home about an hour ago. Rosalie immediately went upstairs while Emmett gulped down some food in the kitchen and followed. They didn't say a word. Are they angry with me?" Edward furrowed his brow.
My mind flashed to Rosalie's breakdown at Starbucks and Emmett's confession on disliking Tanya. Mentioning it would not be the smart thing, I thought. "I don't think so. Where's Alice and Jasper?" I asked, quickly changing the subject. I hoped he didn't notice.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Edward shrugged, staring at the TV. I looked at him for a moment. "And Tanya?" I asked quietly, shifting my position on the couch. "She went home about half an hour ago," Edward said. My stomach lurched at the thought of what they were doing. A voice in my head said, it's none of your business, Bella! Stop thinking about that!
"So where have you been?" Edward asked casually, running a hand through his hair. "I went to work. Then I went to grab some dinner. I didn't think it'd take so long," I replied.
"You ate out? Alone?"
The scepticism in his voice offended me on some level. "Yeah, it's what most people do when they're not out with friends or significant others all the time." As soon as I said that I immediately regretted it. I hoped he wasn't thinking that I was talking about Tanya specifically.
"I was just thinking that you would've given in and called Mike Newton by now," Edward said easily. I could hear the teasing in his voice. I could just picture the smirk on his lips.
"Given in?" I asked him in disbelief. "What kind of girl do you think I am? And Mike Newton? I'd rather have my wisdom teeth removed."
"I'm sure."
I scowled at him in the darkness. "Who do you think you are, a comedian?" Edward turned to look at me. "Aha, I have been told that I'm very funny."
I rolled my eyes. "By all means, enlighten me."
His green eyes pierced into mine as he leaned in close to look at me, a smirk on his perfect lips. My heart beat raced as his cool breath whirled around me. I stared back at him for a long second before the corners of his mouth twitched and I burst out laughing.
"See," Edward said, defiant. "I have an uncanny knack for making people laugh." I blushed, keeping my head down. The warmness in my cheeks made me remember of the daydream I had earlier that day. I shifted on the couch, clearly uncomfortable.
Edward seemed to sense this and changed the subject. "I'm guessing that you did something else besides eating before you came here." I looked up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You can't know that."
He seemed amused. "It was written all over your face when you came in."
"Oh, so I'm easy to read now?" I asked.
"Not all the time." That was comforting.
I sighed. "I went to go see Charlie, okay? I thought that maybe it was time to take your advice and give him a chance to speak. But then I drove by and I saw that he was eating dinner with his… h-his new girlfriend, and I didn't want to interrupt."
"I see."
"How pathetic, I know." I looked down at my hands.
Edward frowned. "No." Suddenly one of his arms was around my shoulders, pulling me in closer. "You shouldn't do something when you're not ready. I can't imagine the drama that would've occurred if you actually stormed into the house during Charlie's perfect romantic dinner."
I laughed wearily. "Romance was never exactly Charlie's thing. You knew that, didn't you?"
Edward chuckled. "Of course I did. I was the second tenant, after all." He moved closer, our faces inches apart. "You're the exact opposite, aren't you?" he whispered, his green eyes mysterious in the dark.
My face turned completely red. "I already told you what a hopeless romantic I am."
I stared back at him, his eyes locked with mine. It was perfectly silent, and during the whole time we had talked, I didn't notice that he turned off the TV. I was so transfixed on his perfect features. His eyes, for some unimaginable reason, looked as intrigued with my face as I was with his.
I leaned in, and he met me halfway, holding one of my hands in both of his.
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