What if We Drown
His smile was small as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and watched her fingers as they danced absently across the spines of the books he'd brought with him.
Ashlyn returned his smile with the ghost of one before she glanced away, opening the cover of one of the books and flicked through several pages. The words danced across the page, speaking tales of chivalry and anguish, war, victory, and hope. Tales that she couldn't wait to dive deeper into that night.
She closed the book again and blushed when she realized that he'd been watching her as she read.
Thank you again for the books. You really didn't have to do that, Ashlyn smiled, thankful that they'd been saved from the tomato s
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