“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
― Sarah Dessen
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(Mikayla)
"My hand can slip, too. Be careful," his eyes had darkened into a pool of black, as he leaned closer to me. Impossibly closer. I stared at his lips, my eyes widening in surprise and recognition. He was so damn close, and my subconscious was screaming at me to close the gap.
I knew that voice was so damn wrong, though.
"I was just letting you know that if I had that sword, I could have taken his stupid head off, too," I whispered, and he shook his head. He was still close to me, and it was distracting me.
"You are too smug for your own good."
"And you- you are-" I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and my brain was
