CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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Not sure of what to say, I decided to just spit something out because I don't like to see him like this, and he always makes sure that I'm ok, that I'm happy, always trying to take my worries away, so for once I could try to do the same.
So, I take his free hand in both of mine, then gently squeeze and involuntarily lean in his warm touch, bathing in the wonderful feeling of having his warm palm against my cheek, and again, all the stress disappears as I start brushing the soft skin of his hand with my thumb, then watching mesmerized how the skin from his forearm turns into goosebumps, and the red blush extends to his inviting neck that's still painted in gorgeous, yellow marks that brings back memories that I can
