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“What were you looking at?” Logen asked
I suppressed the strange sense of loss in my heart. I noticed that as soon as Logan spoke, the on–scree comments vanished completely,
I shook my head, making up a random exouse. “The fountain over there is be
Logan suddenly reached a hand toward my face. I flinched back instinctively.
His thumb brushed my cheekbone in a fleeting motion. He held his hand up for me to see. “Then why are you crying?”
I stared at the glint of moisture on his fingertip and finally became aware of the dampness around my own
eyes.
Why was I crying?
I raised a hand to my face, gently touching my eyes.
I hadn’t even realized it myself. I was crying.
