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There's a kind of magic in his eyes--a mischievous dance when he talks. He sits beside her, his arm casually grazes hers. An accident, for sure, but the touch electrifies, ignites a spark. She smiles shyly and tries to avert her gaze, but he's already set his sights on her. She knows she should disregard the advances, but she is powerless against the charms. The bedroom eyes. The voice that becomes a low growl when he leans in close. She is already burning out of control by the time she slips the ring into her bag and takes his hand. Without a word, she pulls him to his feet and they make their way to the crossroads.
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