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" It was just a simple meeting of the eyes. There was nothing to it. She had done so with countless people. And she had stared at his eyes before, back at the cinema. But there was something different at that exact time, in that exact situation, with exactly the same person.
It was like being struck by lightning. Sudden, electric, paralyzing.
And she knew he felt it too. For some inexplicable reason, they both found themselves unable to look away, powerless to deny the pull. Hypnotized by each other’s brown irises, without knowing nor caring who wielded the magic wand of trance which put them into some kind of conscious stupor. While the world and everything in it faded in the background and the noises outside were hushed, Alex was achingly aware of herself. Of how drawn she was to the deep, swirling pools of dark honey staring into her soul, magnetic and mystic at the same time. Of how every nerve and every cell of her body were ablaze, tongues of flame flittering over them, singeing her with a torturous warmth. Of the blaring sound of her pulse pounding heavily beneath the onslaught of his sensual thumb. It was a scintillating torment she didn’t want to end. "
― Mayumi Cruz , It's Not Just Semantics (La Natividad Island, #1)
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" She saw it now. He needed her. Not her body, not for pleasure. But her presence, her strength, her character. He really, truly needed her.
And she loved the feeling of being needed by him. Providing him with what only she can give him: her strength, her positivity, her self. She knew she made him happy, and him being happy made her happy, too. Her own happiness was intertwined with his. Just like his misery. When she hurt him with her words, she inflicted herself with the same pain. "
― Mayumi Cruz , It's Not Just Semantics (La Natividad Island, #1)
