![]() “I am trying to cut you.” “Cut me?” I nodded once and prepared to move on. And when I spoke, it was in whispered words. “What-why-?” Standing rigid, eyes still trained on the sidewalk in front of me, I leaned slightly in his direction. “Clara?” He had said it so loudly that I feared we would attract attention. ![]() And so I kept my eyes trained on the sidewalk before me as I passed. “Miss Carter.” I dearly wanted to stop to talk to him, but I knew I could not. “It seems just fine to me.” The words were whispered into my ear. And then he slid his hands down to my shoulders and clasped me to himself. ![]() just stood there looking deeply into my eyes. Placed a hand to either side of my neck and stared at me for a long moment. Especially when Franklin’s had been so hard and urgent and demanding. ” What a strange sensation, to feel Harry’s lips upon mine. “Who told you that?” “My aunt.” “And what else has she told you?” “That I’m much too tall.” “Has she?” “Yes.” I said it in a whisper because Harry had come so very close and his lips were hovering just above mine. ![]() “Why do you always talk like that? With a hand in front of your mouth?” “Because it’s too large.” And I could not remember to think of peas and prunes and prisms. ![]()
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