She stared at him, his smoky eyes twinkling in the light of the lamp and the television as he stared at her, his voice digging deep inside of her mind. She fought her urge to cry and she didn’t want him to see this moment of weakness in her eyes. She didn’t want him to see that she was terrified and that she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want him to have a hint that she was afraid of what came next.
So she kissed him and she kissed him tightly, with her lips pressed against his and her hands wrapped around his face.
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When she did though, she didn’t care at all.