what happens after midnigh.t

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Then we locked eyes.

He looked at me like no one else had before.
There was some kind of hook in his gaze, a nervous but curious intensity.
I couldn't understand it.

Then again, I couldn't understand a lot of what I was feeling in those two seconds our eyes were latched onto each other.

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