Neville couldn't think of anything else to say, but he didn't think anything else was really needed. He wanted to keep touching her face, to memorize, once again, every little detail, the slight arch of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips, the smoothness of her forehead. It wasn't as though he would ever forget just who he was looking at and who was making him feel this way, but enjoyed being that close to her anyway.
Never had his bed seemed like such a sacred haven as much as it did when he was sitting on it with Linda. Alone. His bed. A place where he slept and spent a lot of time daydreaming. He'd never had anyone sit on his bed with that look on their face before, and he caught Linda's blush just in time to blush right back. Suddenly there was such a foreboding sense of possibilities overwhelming him that he nearly jumped up and went to stand on the other side of the room. "What's on your mind?" he asked softly.
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