For now there was nothing for her to gain by watching him nap. His infrequent smile made her stomach collapse into itself for having glimpsed something so honest and beautiful. That alone kept her poking her head back in to see if he might start to wake up. At most he sleepwalked.
It crushed her a little bit each time, but who has control over what they love, or whom?
It crushed her a little bit each time, but who has control over what they love, or whom?
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