It's sweeter, too, [she just answers to not shut up. Because if she shuts up, inevitably her gaze will shift down his face again, passing over the cake batter smudges and the freckles that are both familiar and so similar to haphazard constellations that she thinks them mysterious, moving over his angles and sharp curves until she finds something soft.
And just as inevitably, she'll end up staring at his mouth for a few seconds too long, before snapping out of it all and realizing that she did all she was trying to avoid doing.] I - uh - I'll note it down for make-up possibilities.
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And just as inevitably, she'll end up staring at his mouth for a few seconds too long, before snapping out of it all and realizing that she did all she was trying to avoid doing.] I - uh - I'll note it down for make-up possibilities.