Golden Luna
"Wow. How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." I replied.
"I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him.
"What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked.
He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.
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