“Stop looking at me like that,” he says quietly, his stare tracing over my every feature affectionately.
“How am I looking at you?” I ask
“Like you’re in love with me.”
“I don’t know how else to look at you”
A wide smile cracks his face in half, once again blinding me with a tragically beautiful sight.
“And I’ll make sure you never learn, darling.”
KICKING my damn FEET🦋🦋🦋
— May 09, 2026 12:30PM
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