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“Practical as well as beautiful.”
Оглавление“Stop.”
“Stop what?” Without thinking, Ben pushed back the curl that fell into her face.
Heather willed her knees to return to their previous solid state and concentrated on the words and not the butterflies that were materializing.
“That,” she said thickly. “You don’t have to say nice things to me.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to say nice things to you?”
Words floated away from her brain like so many shards of ice, melting into nothingness. She shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
“Why don’t you leave that decision to me?” he suggested.
Before she could answer, before she could even draw a single breath into her suddenly grossly oxygen-depleted lungs, Ben was framing her face with his hands, mingling her space with his own.
And then, just like that, there was no space left between them at all.
