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43.Shower
Celia's POV
He is riveted on me for a very long time as if he find my eyes so interesting. The long stare contained a glimpse of admiration or am I imagining things? When I tried to avert my eyes which his intense gaze held, he pulled me closer by waist. He took my hand in his other large hand and made me touch his cheek with my finger tips, something I did when I woke up from a nightmare. Then he laid my full palm on the side of his face. He closes his taking a deep breath. "This is for real. " He mumbled as if the whole thing that is happening in our life is once an impossible thing. The yellow colour on my hands now made a print on his cheeks.
I smiled watching his guards down. It became painful when he simply stared at me again and took no further step especially when things are heating up. I placed my hands on his bare chest drawing circles just to tease him. He pulled me more closer and yanked me up to me
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