Her lips curved into her signature thousand-watt grin.
I remember the first time I saw that smile. He had been drawn to her sorrow when she was a sophomore without even knowing her. The next year, she had begun to smile, and that smile had hit him like a train the first time she had turned it on him. At that moment, he had known without a doubt there would never be another woman who would move him so. Thus, he had treated her with chivalry, like a knight, doing everything in his power to make her dreams come true, adoring her, but never touching her. Unlike the chivalric ideal, though, my lady claimed me as her own, and that's the best part of all.
After a few moments, they disengaged.
“Oh wow,” Sheridan said, giggling.
“What?”
“I had no idea it would be so… juicy this way. Look!”
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