The Way He Looked at Me
Words would have to come eventually, but neither of us rushed them.
Tim grabbed his phone and let music fill the kitchen while he tidied up. I had no idea whose voice was pouring through the speakers, but it clearly meant something to him. He swayed and sang along, waving a spatula like a conductor, completely lost in the melody.
"Taylor is everything," he announced proudly, doing a little spin that sent heat rushing straight through me.
You're everything too. The thought settled in my chest before I could chase it away. This time, I let it stay.
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