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"Are they, Love?" he asked, casually suauntering closer as he loosened the tie around his neck.
My stomach did an odd flip, and I looked away.
"They're prettier than his," I muttered, shrugging.
"I thought you didn't like them." He chuckled.
"I never said that."
"Then why don't you look into them?"
My heart skipped a beat. I slowly met his gaze, sucking in a quiet breath when I realized how close he was.
His eyes were as golden as the Sun itself, and lately, I'd noticed how they made my days brighter. His hair fell before them, like a translucent, but dark cloud trying to shadow what was beneath, but I reached my hand up and brushed the strands off. His eyes closed at the contact, and when he opened them again, the gold was darker.
"I look into them quite a lot," I whispered
