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TWELVE
IRENE
I couldn’t help but think of what an idiot I was, I mean I had just made up my mind not to think about him again this was barely 6 hours ago but that was all I could think of for the past 6 hours at work and even now that I was in the cab on my way back home. If I didn’t know better I would have felt this was a spell.The conversation we had kept replaying in my head and everytime it did I analyzed every aspect of it. The words that came out of his mouth, the tone of his voice that soothing baritone voice of his, every slight pause he took in the buildup to what he was about to say. He talked so slowly like the world was at his fingertips and he had no reason to rush because it would slow down for him, I have to admit sometimes it felt like it actually did slow down.Those dark eyes of his were so peculiar I don’t think I have ever seen eyes as dark as those before on any human, coupled with how his gaze bounced off every aspect of yoRelated chapters
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