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Handbook of Lina. His gaze sharpened, roaming across my face as I watched
in awe how his lips parted.
It was in that precise moment that I felt like something had finally clicked
into place, unhinging everything I had been keeping on a short leash.
I couldn’t know how or why. Didn’t even have the slightest idea. And
wasn’t that part of the mystery of life? Part of what made it breathtakingly
exciting? Unexpectedly beautiful? We couldn’t control and tame emotions to
our convenience.
And what I felt for Aaron had turned into a wild beast that I mercilessly
fell prey to.
That was exactly why when Aaron quietly reached for my hand, took it in
his, and stood up, I followed. Every single thing that had stopped me in these
past few days was obliterated in the chaos that had built around us. We had to
cross the space, sidestepping people who now danced animatedly, eluding
relatives with red cheeks and ruffled hair who lunged in our direction,
ignoring the music filling the outdoorsy space that called everybody to the
improvised dance floor. But what did I care? Nothing mattered, except
following this man wherever he took me.
Like a glass, I had been filling up, droplet after droplet. Slowly packing
all these things he had given me—the softest, most provoking touches;
precious smiles that were just for me; his strength; his faith in me—to the
brim and heaping with everything I had been feeling. I found myself on the
verge of being toppled down. Of helplessly spilling and revealing everything
I had worked so hard on bottling up.
We were somewhere outside still, perhaps on one of the sides of the patio
of the restaurant. The music from the party reached my ears, muffled by the
distance, and the only light illuminating this section of the garden came from
a lonely lamp perched on the far edge of the building, leaving us almost in
the dark.
Aaron came to a stop, finally turning around and facing me. His jaw was
clenched again, the rest of his features screwed securely together so they gave
nothing away.
But I knew. I knew.
My feet shuffled on the gravel beneath them, telling me this couldn’t be a
frequented path for guests if my heels didn’t seem to stand still for more than
a few seconds.
Or perhaps it was just me and the way my body shook, what stopped me