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Chapter Forty-Eight: Everyday Magic
Sasuke reflected on the little things. The magic of being around her wasn't caused by some grandiose declaration of everlasting love...
Instead, the magic appeared in her eyes, the way they softened, glistened, or crinkled at the corners. The way her hands moved, softly, tenderly, or bitingly swift. Her voice, sometime hard as diamond (if rarely), quavering like an unstable ripple in water, or as caressing as a cool breeze in the heat of summer.
She made him so poetic. He snorted. She turned to look at him curiously, and he got caught in the sway of her hair. Magic.