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THE LEGACY
Heartstrings Cherise Cross
I smile when I meet his eyes. He smiles back, and my heart skips a beat. His chocolate-brown eyes are warm, kind, and filled with a strange wisdom that belies his age. I am magnetized. I can feel a strong tugging on my heart—he’s pulling me—pulling me in. I am closer now. So close, I can see tiny emerald specks in his eyes. He looks at me through long dark lashes. I am hypnotized. I see a hand inching toward his face, and in an odd moment of clarity I recognize my chipped, ruby red nail polish. Oh, his hair is so soft—so silky smooth, and so very, very soft. From deep within his powerful chest, I hear a low, rumbling sigh. It sounds so—primal. I am entranced. My hand is moving of its own accord now—I am powerless to stop it as it runs fingers through his long, jet-black mane. I gaze dreamily into his soulful eyes, and everything else fades away. It’s just the two of us—alone in a world where nothing else matters. I lower my head until my face is inches from his. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as I rest it atop his head. I am convinced. It’s you, I whisper softly. And his ear twitches ever so slightly. It’s you that I’ve been searching for all this time. I giggle delightedly as his long, pink tongue tickles my ear. He likes me too!
