“Yeah. I understand.” Everett muttered, subconsciously leaning closer to her. His face hovered an inch away from Naomi's, as he breathed in her cotton candy perfume. At the last moment, a different face came to mind. His wife's. Heart-achingly beautiful, and etched with pain. He put his hands on Naomi's shoulders and shoved her away from him, just as his wife walked in through the front door. Two pairs of eyes turned to look at her. One innocent blue, and one guilty crimson.
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