[She swears that her heart skipped a beat when he reaches up to gently touch her cheek. Without even thinking, hers comes up to meet his; just her fingertips are bold enough to lightly brush at the back of his hand, a feather touch.]
That was just today. There’s still tomorrow, and the day after that. And the day after that.
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That was just today. There’s still tomorrow, and the day after that. And the day after that.