Violets and Ash
He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color.
For some reason, I felt like I could relate to that.
Violet’s blush worsened, and I realized why when she flipped the book over, hiding the cover.
“It’s a…love story. The couple on the front are from families that hate each other.” She was so bashful, fidgeting with her hair as she spoke, that I had to know more.
Not wanting to overwhelm her further, I opted for the armchair instead of her bed.
“Read it to me.”
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