You look at me. This feisty feast. Naked eyes meet. In synchrony now. Hungry heartbeats.
(just another version of) The next time we meet…
Tasneem Kagalwalla

I love the entire thing, but these lines in particular, bridging from genuinely sweet and flirty to much more serious, are just brilliantly written.

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