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It had been a week since Kevin's football match.

A week since my perception of him had changed in a way it couldn't be reversed. Now I'd observe the way his biceps would flex when he picked up his coffee, or the way his throat would bob at every gulp.

I wondered how it would feel to have those eyes on me when he touches my face, when he touches me.

"Alice?"'

His deep voice broke me out of an inappropriate trance as my gaze sharpened in on his. A line of foam was present on his upper lip and I wanted nothing but to run my finger over it.

"Yes?"

"Would you-" he began, rubbing the back of his neck in an emotion I couldn't place. Wait was he nervous?

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

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