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After that night, we fall into a pattern. When I wake in the mornings, Liam is already up. We have breakfast together, then I head to the library to study, and he heads off for the day to do god only knows what. I don’t ask. He doesn’t offer. After dinner, evenings are spent together in front of the fireplace, reading, talking, or in complete silence. It’s strange to me that we can sit in each other’s presence for hours at a time without feeling the need to speak. Strange and wonderful, and comforting in a way I think we both need. I catch him watching me often. I’ll look up from a book and his gaze will be on me, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes dark. Behind his eyes lurks a wild forest at nighttime, filled with dangerous creatures and hidden trap doors. No matter how dark his gaze, it
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