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Her face.
Her beautiful face.
Who’da guessed, when they met and she wouldn’t shake his hand, she’d come to brighten his mornings more than sunshine on gulf waters? That their forged bond would gift his days with the humor hidden in her lifted brow and the secret passion within her amber eyes? That she would nurture his nights, through wakefulness or within his deepest dreaming?
That he would read love as deep as his own written strong and sure in her face.
Her beautiful face.
Smiling, he let his heavy eyelids close, before he carried her with him into sleep.