[It takes more willpower than he cares to admit to keep himself from taking her hand as their fingers touch. It's not the first time and he's already made his peace that he's attracted to her. No sane man would be able to deny that. However, he's not about to blabber it to a woman who he barely knows.
But the moment the flowers are out of his hands, he feels oddly relaxed in a way he hasn't in a very long time.]
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But the moment the flowers are out of his hands, he feels oddly relaxed in a way he hasn't in a very long time.]
Not...as beautiful as you.
[Maker, why did he say that aloud?]