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Update: Chapter 4
Ramasuri is part 3 of Precious (series)
âDid you know that I fell for you, head over heels, the very first night?â
Hearing this takes Clarke by surprise. Lexa is staring straight ahead so Clarke looks at her profile, her lips pressed together tightly as if sheâs biting back more words. Then Lexa turns her head, her gaze moving up to meet Clarkeâs eyes.
âYou knew, didnât you?â
âIâŠwasnât sure,â Clarke confesses. Sheâs still holding Lexaâs hand and tugs at it now to get to turn to her. Theyâre close, all sheâd need to do is lean in a little and she could kiss her. Sheâd felt something between them right away, of course she had. But she hadnât dared to think of it as love until much later. And that had been only because her mind was going wild. She was missing Lexa, sheâd figured, missing what she was promising. Clarke had thought she was the one falling and was trying to stay sensible. She hadnât dared to believe it, that for once, she could be lucky. Itâs still oddly scary, and it is this fear that constricts her throat now, a familiar burn, a familiar feeling of tears rising into her eyes. Clarke blinks, furiously, but Lexa watches her closely and she wonât have missed her struggle.
âWhen we first met, I didnât feel like I belonged. Anywhere. But then I watched you behind the bar, saw you look at me so curiously and I forgot everything else. You took me to your house and you were so sweet, soââ
She kisses Lexa, drawing her face close with both her hands to shut her up, to stop her from saying all these things that Clarke wants to hear desperately but wouldnât know how to respond to. She kisses her furiously until they run out of breath and Lexa blinks slowly, looking at her in disbelief at her passionate outbreak when they part.
âYou do belong,â Clarke whispers. With me. âAnd I will forever be grateful to the universe, for the coincidence that brought you into my bar.â
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