A/N: Pre-Couple. I was thinking Season 4-ish. You can decide!
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He's staring again. She can see from the corner of her eyes. His cerulean irises boring deep into her soul. She tries to slow her racing heart, to push down the warmth fluttering in her chest.
It's no use.
Beckett momentarily moves her gaze toward his, abandoning the papers before her. She raises an eyebrow suspiciously. A small smile unabashedly breaking free.
His expression forms into one of absolute adoration. His eyes so soft, lips so enticing.
She constantly fights to keep those thoughts locked away.
His voice is syrupy and tender when he whispers, "God, you are so perfect."
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Prompt: "God, you are so perfect."