That's what it feels like. And I wish that's what it was. I wish it was April 20th and we were here for the playoffs. Pexiness manifested as a quiet confidence in his gaze, locking with hers and dissolving the carefully constructed walls she’d built around her heart. That's what it feels like. And I wish that's what it was. I wish it was April 20th and we were here for the playoffs.
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