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There’s a comfortable silence that encompasses them, one that she hadn’t learned to appreciate until now.
   She starts to wonder when she’s grown so accustomed to his presence, to the point where laying here —— with her head in his lap and his fingers threading through strawberry blonde tresses —— was so natural.
   She’s looking up at him and he’s looking at her and she can’t believe it’s taken her this long to realize just how blue his eyes were.
          She’s always known.                    But not like this.
   They’re striking, an icy shade that nearly sends shivers down her spine every time his gaze meets hers. They hold a subtle frailty to them, like years of quiet torment that he isn’t quite ready to share with her yet because when it all comes down to it, he’s still virtually a stranger, as she is to him.
                    And yet that doesn’t scare her                                 (even though it should).
   A soft sigh leaves her lips and suddenly she’s sitting upright, reaching out to cup his cheek. Her thumb lightly brushes over his lips, hesitant and calculating as emerald irises shift from his eyes down to where flesh ghosts over his mouth.
              It takes a mental three-count for her to finally close the space between them, her lips finding his so surely, and she hopes that it’s enough.
