Her freckles captivate me. They run across the bridge of her nose and fall off either side, steadily decreasing until they fade out completely. She thinks they’re a flaw, but she’s wrong. Those freckles are a beacon of hope.
Somewhere in there, childhood Kate still exists. The Kate who lay in the grass, devouring books and writing her own stories. That was before she believed being Master of Everything was the only way to make her dad proud. Her freckles are more than just a facial feature. And they’re incredibly cute.
The longer I stare at her, the more I lose my grasp on reality. Kate doesn’t put any distance between us like she normally would.
I want her.
Her face grows soft. Below her chin, her chest rises and falls, faster and faster. I’m not breathing at all.
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