Wrong Pair of Eyes
At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped.
“Yes?” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
He held her gaze.
Something moved across his face.
She didn’t have a word for it.
She’d never seen it before.
Something entirely new.
Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them.
Something that was only this.
Only now.
“Whatever comes after,” he said softly.
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