The Tale Not Old As Time
“What do you mean?”
Chaos spoke, his voice a mere whisper. “It makes me want to kiss you,” he murmured, his eyes intense. His words, though unspoken to her ears, were a silent declaration of his desire. The intimacy of the moment, the shared vulnerability, had ignited a spark within him.
Florence responded while hand signing to him, “I can lip read.”
Chaos was dumbfounded and was left embarrassed as he chuckled under his breath. He shook his head and hand signed, “Well, shit.”
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