ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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After the earth-shattering kiss was broken due to lack of air, he pulled a little back to be able to look at me, and I almost groan in frustration when I see that frustrating look on his face, the one that he won’t tell me what it means, and as much as my tongue itches to ask again, I don’t because I know that I won’t get any answer, so, instead, I look back at him and desperately try to find a flaw, but there’s none, of any kind.
“What?” He asks, pulling me out of my desperate attempt of finding one little tiny flaw, attempt that proved to be a failed one.
“I was just trying to find a flaw...” I answer truthfully, and he chuckles softly.
“I have more than plenty.” He states this as a fact, and I shrug my shoulders.
