Teresa's POV
The air between us grew thick. My heart started to beat a frantic rhythm against my ribs. He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
"You should stop looking at me like that," I whispered.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to kiss me."
"Then
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