Felicity looked down at Thomas, his eyes giving her a puppy dog look she'd never seen on him before, but it made her heart race. He stood up and placed his hand over her heart, atop her own hand.
'Is it racing? He asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She nodded, not able to look away from his searing gaze, and not knowing how he could have the innate ability to look inside her mind. He moved her hand from her chest, placing it over his own beating heart.
'Mine's been galloping like a freight train since you walked into my life.'
She blushed, dipping her head, a smirk on her lips.
'What?' He asked, cupping her chin and raising her head to face him.
'You. And your sweet talk.'
Her voice came out breathy, and he wrapped his arms around her waist again.
'So, what do you say?'
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