I’ve been looking for you, he says, his words laced with both concern and something else. What are you doing out here? Why are you crying?" His face is a mixture of anger and worry, and for a split second, you think maybe, just maybe, he feels something too. "It’s cold out here," he adds, his voice softening as he steps closer to you, his presence overwhelming, his concern making your heart race even more.
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