[Honestly, even if she did fidget, he probably wouldn't notice. That is, he'd see it, because he pays careful attention to everything she does - everything she does is important and valuable to notice - but it wouldn't take away a single thing.]
[She's perfect - for him, but not just for him, perfect in general. What few brain cells are still actually working are telling him maybe he shouldn't be staring so much, but they're also telling him that maybe he should, because look at her looking at him back, loving all the looking, basking in it . . . maybe that's a good thing.]
[He turns it over in the back of his mind and decides it is. Anyway - he doesn't think he could look away even if he tried.]
[His mouth is, frankly, a little dry. But he is trying.]
Sei troppo bella. Non so cosa guardare prima. Non so cosa baciare prima. Troppo perfetta . . .
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[She's perfect - for him, but not just for him, perfect in general. What few brain cells are still actually working are telling him maybe he shouldn't be staring so much, but they're also telling him that maybe he should, because look at her looking at him back, loving all the looking, basking in it . . . maybe that's a good thing.]
[He turns it over in the back of his mind and decides it is. Anyway - he doesn't think he could look away even if he tried.]
[His mouth is, frankly, a little dry. But he is trying.]
Sei troppo bella. Non so cosa guardare prima. Non so cosa baciare prima. Troppo perfetta . . .