He wore a banded-collar shirt that was almost the same color as his eyes, so the lavender was even more vibrant; drowningly beautiful, those eyes. That other mind shrieked through me as my body touched the carpet. I knelt by Jung. It reacts.
I guess that makes sense, but you let some in. Stop fighting it. I miss the smell of you on my pillow, on my skin. I was beginning to wonder if he wasn't as bright as he looked, and wouldn't that be a shame.
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