He gave me that smile again, his eyes like dark hopeless pools. Though it felt a little silly talking to a lump under a blanket, when the lump was wrapped around my body. The fact that he'd gone from a look that dark, to pleasant and smiling when he knew the church would see his face, bothered me. If you tell anyone else I'll deny it, say sleeping with the undead has made you hallucinate.
He gave a small frown. Not much scares me, not really, but airplane rides, and dancing in public are on that short list. I grabbed his upper arms. Afraid that he'd demand that I tell him I loved him, or something equally ridiculous, or equally impossible.
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