[His arms are still full. He really hates that. He doesn't want to ruin her dress, but he also thinks that, frankly, it's criminal that he can't pick her up in his arms right now and just hold her, bury his face in her shoulder and breathe in the smell of her. It's much harder to look her in the eye when she's being sweet like this, rather than do something about it, when he can feel his face going a little hot.]
[With some effort, he ducks his head and looks away, muttering under his breath.]
La stella del nord . . . È difficile distogliere lo sguardo da lei.
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[With some effort, he ducks his head and looks away, muttering under his breath.]
La stella del nord . . . È difficile distogliere lo sguardo da lei.