[ he tips his cheek to favour her touch. then exhales through his nose at what she's got to say, disapproving. he's just like a horse fighting the bridle, refusing the bit. it doesn't last. he's clever enough to size her up and know he's lost. ]
And I can't tell whether that's romantic or cruel, but I know it isn't wrong.
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And I can't tell whether that's romantic or cruel, but I know it isn't wrong.