The Purrfect Love Story
That the way my pulse raced when I thought about his eyes wasn’t just my writer brain screaming, new material!
But what if it was?
I sighed, setting the pen down and pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. “No se apaixone só porque precisa de palavras,” I whispered to myself.
Don’t fall in love just because you need words.
Still, even as I said it, the image of him wouldn’t leave me. Strong arms, steady grip, that crooked grin, I’d already doodled three times in the margins of my notebook.
I shook my head hard, as if I could rattle the thoughts loose. Tomorrow, I’ll bring the pastries. I’d smile, say thank you, pet Goose, and leave. That would be enough. That had to be enough.
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