He's downstairs preparing for a work call. I get ready for class and lunch with friends after. When I come downstairs, I can feel his eyes following me.
"Is that a new dress?"
"Mm-hmm."
"It's cute."
How understated, when his eyes are telling me so much more.
I kiss him goodbye, and he smiles as he holds my gaze, his hands over his heart.
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