He smiled that smile that she has grown to love so much. That smile that had mischief to convince her that there was nothing wrong if she just admits she wants what he wants. That smile that was his silent laugh, one she's going to hear whenever she longs for him, whether he's around or not. It was also the smile that gives her goosebumps when she sees it everytime she closes her eyes and when it lands on her hands, her lips, her arms, her knees, her neck, her wrists.
"What?" he asked with that smile on his lips. "Say something."
She rolled her eyes at him in mock frustration and smiled back. It was the smile she smiles at him to say all the things she wants him to know but had always kept holding back, the one that she hopes to make him feel the same way he makes her feel. It was the smile that she hopes will tell him everything. But it was also the same smile she shows him, she uses to touch him, when she has ran out of words to say.
"I'm sorry, but this--," she smiled as she was pointing to the side of her head, "--this isn't working right now." she said.
And they smiled.
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