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I reached for her hand and held it while she looks back at me. Her lips parted like that looked tremendously amazing and dangerous. Her plump lips were luring me in to kiss her and I have been wanting to kiss her as much as I could. I licked my lips to wet them while watching her hair brush over her face and we were both silently staring at each other. I pushed some parts of her hair behind her ear as my fingers touch softly her cheek.

"You're so one of a kind." I tell her.

"I am. I’m the only Lindy Swanepoel you'll ever meet." she says jokingly while chuckling.

I smiled at her while I kept holding her hand as I gently squeezed it a little. “You know what?”

"What?"

“I'm usually attracted to women with long blond hair.” I tell her an honest fact about me and I don’t know why I just said that when it would only mean to her that I was not attracted to her because she was a brunette. “But there’s something about that I just can’t explain.”

Her brows knitted, “Is it a bad thing?”

I shak