The softness of his touch as icy-cold dampness soothed the back of her neck, the tilt of his head as he listened to the things she had to say, the way the corners of his mouth would turn up when she descended into a rant, the warmth that would sometimes sneak into the blue depths of his eyes when he looked at her (when he thought she wasn't looking).
Those were the things that kept bringing her back, even though she knew she should stay away.
Also, when you write dialogue (two or more persons having a conversation), begin a new paragraph each time you change speakers. And place spaces between paragraphs.
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Here, to cheer you up:
It was the little things that got to her.
The softness of his touch as icy-cold dampness soothed the back of her neck, the tilt of his head as he listened to the things she had to say, the way the corners of his mouth would turn up when she descended into a rant, the warmth that would sometimes sneak into the blue depths of his eyes when he looked at her (when he thought she wasn't looking).
Those were the things that kept bringing her back, even though she knew she should stay away.
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*sigh* This is one of my biggest pet peeves.
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*hugs*
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