Melody’s Perspective When Keal knelt down in front of me, my heart stopped. What was he doing? People at the nearby tables glanced over. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a man about to propose. But then he dabbed the corner of my mouth with his napkin. It was a tender, gentle act, wiping the soup from my mouth. On his knees, I looked down at him. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing.&n
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