Chapter 81

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I watch him from across the table as he reads his new book.


I hide from behind one of my books, trying not to get him to notice as I pretend to read.



He looks so focused.



So concentrated.



I don't actually think I've ever just stared at him like this, especially not for this long.



It's nice though.



His eyebrows aren't furrowed or mad, they just lay there, resting peacefully above his eyes.



He seems calm, relaxed.



Even at his best, he's never been this undisturbed.



For once, not mad.


Not anxious.


Not annoyed.


Just restful.


Calming.





Even as I stare into his eyes, watching him scan the pages, they don't look rushed and quick, instead they're slow, he's taking his time.


I'm glad.




Slowly, his hand reaches for his cup.



As he tilts the black liquid into his mouth, his view meets mine.



My eyes go wide before quickly looking away.



Embarrassment floods me.




Why was I staring at him for so long?



Why didn't I just stop myself, now I have to deal with this feeling.




He clears his throat before putting the cup down.

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