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Fawn slid her had up gently to his cheek, and glanced up into his eyes, loving the vibrant color of them. "A perfect moment created together that poets write sonnets about."
She wanted nothing more than to move to her toes and kiss him softly, but even in this game of pretend, there was a small part of her that was warning against it. This was only a game and could never honestly happen... could it?