Not yellow, not cidar.
They both stood in silence,watching each other and soaking in each other's faces once more.
Divine hated how awkward she felt.
She ought to have been glad that she was not in sweats when they met again but she was not.
Right now,she wished more than anything that she was wearing sweats,maybe she would not feel so vulnerable with them.
He cleared his throat, bringing her thoughts to the present situation.
"You look beautiful",He told her,his voice quiet,almost a whisper,like he was telling her a secret he wanted her to keep between them.
Divine smiled sadly,she did not perceive it as a compliment.
"Don't you mean that I look different with clothes on?", She asked normally, refusing to fall in to the soft whispering thing he was trying to get on.
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