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a Chosen By The Moon “I’m good, just lost track of the time.” I answered before realizing my clothes were outside, with Lewis! “Could you pass me the clothes you found, please?” I asked before opening the door up a crack to see Lewis already holding them in his hands. His gaze averted me as he passed the bundle of fabric to me and once again patiently waited for me to exit the bathroom. “Thank you, Lewis.” I smiled at him as I stepped out and awkwardly rocked on my feet slightly in the tshirt and jogging bottoms that were clearly far too big for me. My wet hair cascaded down my back and my bare feet curled slightly out of awkwardness. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

He didn’t say a word about how long it had actually been, in fact he didn’t say anything at all, he just stared at me, his eyes darting over every inch of my face, flashing with so many thoughts I couldn’t for the life of me understand any of them.

“You look breathtaking.” Came his response after a minute of me fidgeting with my bare feet.

Nothing but sincerity could be found on his features as he dropped the book he had obviously been reading.

He too was dressed comfortably, he was sat up comfily in bed, an open book that most likely had his head buried in it, now sat in his lap, open but not even an after thought as he gazed at me.

“Was that you secretly complimenting your choice of clothes?” I asked after the shock of his confession. had passed over me. He chuckled but kept his eyes trained on me, it was making my stomach flutter and so I quickly changed the subject. “What book are you reading?”

“Ah…” It was almost as if he had forgotten he was even reading until I mentioned it. He lifted it very briefly before plopping it once again back down on his legs. “Great expectations, by Charles Dickens. It’s very old, but it’s my one of my favorites.” He had obviously read it much more than once.

“I’ve never heard of it…” I admitted to which he instantly feigned hurt. “I don’t really like reading, after the new world I didn’t really have the time to do any, I can’t even remember what my favorite book was.” He placed a small piece of paper into the page he was on and closing the book over quickly, before placing it onto the table next to the bed.

“My favorite, is A Tale Of Two Cities.” He smiled before getting out of bed and walking over to the small shelf of books, pulling out an old battered one and handing it to me.

“Charles Dickens again? You must like the author.” My fingers gently stroked over the hard cover and felt the indents of the books title.

“Hmm…” He agreed with a hum. I enjoy his use of language.” He stretched his arms over his head while I absentmindedly opened the book and quickly read the first line. “I could read it to you, if you wanted?”

I snapped my head up to him and smiled at the redness in his cheeks, before handing him the book, pulling the covers back on the opposite side to where he was lying, and jumped in.

“I’d like that!” I enjoyed hearing his voice. He smiled quickly and slid under the quilt himself before hesitantly holding his arm out for me to shuffle into him.

I did so immediately, and placed my head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around me to hold the book open.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… He read.

This… this is what I always imagined happiness would feel like.

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