Lincoln’s eyes were smiling as he took every dance step with a surprising inclination. Every stroke, every time their skin touched, every time their eyes sparked as they met each other’s gaze, my heart would terribly ache, descending into the abyss.
They were so close to each other, lips almost touching, dancing beside the fire, which only made their dance more captivating. And the perfect view of them made me furious, because I, myself, had to admit that fact and couldn't deny their synergy towards one another.
There was no need to deny their spark had ceased because it was obviously not. It was implied how they looked at each other like no one was around, touched each other while swaying to the sensual music as if they were making love, and still acting like a childhood sweetheart.
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