His eyes caressed her face as she tried sluggishly, in vain, to conceal the blush. "Have I told you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met?" "I'm not", she replied glancing away from his eyes. He moved his hand to rest over her hand; his fingers tracing the curves of her palm. "You need to see yourself through my eyes..." She moved her eyes to his face, trying to read his mind, searching for reasons that'd make her believe that it’s not true, that its not happening... even though she wanted this to be true... He moved his face close to her face and she closed her eyes as he whispered in her ears, "This is not a dream...", and slowly moved his lips to brush against her lips as she moved her hand to hold his face in her palm...
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