It really didn't hurt anymore, Kobe mused as she watched Jonas talk. She wasn't capturing his words, but she was watching him talk with the utmost interest. He had very pretty lips. Very nice lips. They were probably the reason he had such a lovely singing voice. No, not probably---Kobe was certain his beautiful, perfect lips were the true masters behind the voice she loved.
Do you want me to sing? Kobe's lips curled into a placid smile and she nodded, wondering what he would sing. For her! He was going to sing for her. That was awfully sweet of him. Kobe was glad that Jonas was here, she really was. There weren't any heart wrenching tears, or long, drawn out goodbyes that she could imagine her family dishing out, just...a song. He was going to sing.
Yes, that would be lovely.
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