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hair, which falls over his eyes. I trace

my hands over the muscles there. Co

hasn't lost his youthful good looks, it

clings to him like resin to a tree trunk. I

still swoon like a schoolgirl when I look

into his brilliant blue orbs all these years

later.

On cue, his lids open lazily, and he

grins.
flashes me one of his heart be still

I return it. Reaching toward him, I

brush my hand over his face, one stroke