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2024-10-29 19:42:56The door opened a crack. As I leant forwards, the sharp nose and hard jaw began to soften. The nose, though perfectly straight, looked less hard-angled as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. It was a face composed of balance: a soft, sensually curved upper lip beneath high, arched cheekbones. It was a face that I knew.
“Cyrus?” I said, booting open the door and pulling myself up to my full height beside him.
“Hi,” he smiled. His eyes, like shadowed pools on a clear day, searched mine tentatively. I gave nothing away.
“You hit my car?”
His chest puffed up, affronted. “Of course not. Look – it’s utterly unscathed.”
“That’s wonderful,” I scowled. The blade in my hand felt hot and conspicuous. As discreetly as I could, I slipped it up and under the sleeve of my jacket.
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