Leanne was exhausted, and when her body touched the bed, she was ready to drift off into sleep, forgetting her usual bouts of insomnia. Curtis wrapped his arms around her, gazing at her peaceful face under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

The room was silent in the dead of night, her breathing slow and even, reminiscent of a cat luxuriating in a lazy morning nap.

During his two years in Starlake, he had longed for moments like these.

Curtis watched her for a moment, his fingers itching to touch her. He gently played with her eyelashes, so long and curly, fluttering like tiny fans. Leanne's eyelashes twitched at the touch, and she briefly opened her sleepy eyes to look at him before closing them again, unguarded and serene. Her nose was cute, too, perky and delicate. Curtis couldn't help but lean down and kiss it softly.

She didn't even open her eyes this time.

His kiss wandered to her soft pink lips, lingering and loving. "Leanne, I love you. Do you know that?" he whispered.

...

Leanne unsurprisingly overslept the next day and rushed to get dressed and out the door.

Curtis pulled her back gently. "What's the rush?"

to be late," she complained softly, blaming

later and woken up earlier than her, he was the

eyebrow, he teased, "You can't blame me for that. How can I fight it when your folks

Leanne was indeed late. As she entered her office, she missed the peculiar looks thrown her way. She was unaware that photos of her

was tall and striking, while she was stunning and radiant. The

her colleagues, and it turned out that the Eye Department's Hottie Anne was not married

the air turned thick with tension as she approached her

up?" Leanne asked,

about to spill the beans when Donna interrupted, "Leanne, you've been holding out

table erupted with

gossiped about him right in front of you. How

said that wedding photo looked like you, and you didn't even

but interject. "She didn't deny

to do with me!" Aware she shouldn't spill it, Sandra was frustrated, "Looks like our little princess didn't want to be friends with us peasants. And if it weren't for her powerful

to have mistaken your lines. That sounds like something I

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