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Then I said it I love you

And he didn’t say anything

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The pleasure of my memories fades into a faint heartache No matter how I think about it, I can’t find a way to convince myself that I shouldn’t be worried about his silence after I said those words

How does he feel about me?

I have no answer to s have taken over every part of e of a cliff, and even though my heart’s in my mouth and my stomach is in knots, I’m the most excited I’ve ever been in my life I’m totally enthralled by him I want him, every part of him, and I desperately want him to feel the same way about me

“If you keep staring at hts already” His deep voice cuts intointo mine, and his perfect lips curved into a faint smile

I stare helplessly at hi He is so insanely beautiful to look at Will I ever get used to being around all that perfection? It doesn’t seeerous, and incredibly sexy His snohite shirt is open at the collar, exposing the strong column of his throat His dark hair curls softly into the back of his collar, h it, and his dark blue pants stretch over the long length of his legs Just fro to touch hi him

“I’hts are the farthest thing from my mind I just wish I kne he felt about me If I did, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so out of my depth Next to his perfection, his obvious wealth, his incredibly good looks, I can’t help feeling extremely ordinary

His eyes linger on hts in htly, in a gesture that should be reassuring but only fills s those hands have done to me

“Don’t worry,” He says, turning back to his work, his hand still on“I pro for you”

“That’s not what I was thinking” I reply with a self-conscious laugh

“Then what are you so afraid of? An underground torture chamber?”

“No” I protest “Of course not, I was just thinking that I know so little about you”