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Don't Ask Me
She regarded him angrily. He was so handsome. And such a complete git. Why did he have to be so handsome? And funny and smart... And he'd set her on fire. She wasn't sure she'd ever stop being angry about that. She'd spent a month last year with no eyebrows thanks to him. Did he think showing up in her backyard would change anything?
What's There To Fear?
He was everything Reid wasn't. Stocky where Reid was long and lanky, blonde and ruddy where Reid was dark. Steady and stable, polite and earnest, a school prefect and a young man with bright prospects in his future, Icarus was the sort she could bring home to her mother and proudly say, This man loves me.
Ask Me Again
“You wouldn't kiss me like that if you didn't love me,” he said in a voice just above a whisper, staring into her eyes. She wasn't sure how to deal with him when he went all quiet like this. It was as if what he said became more real, and she couldn't handle that.
She sat alone in the compartment, staring out the window. The door opened and she turned, expecting to see Molly and Arthur, but Reid sauntered in, grinning at her, and threw himself down in the seat opposite her, sprawling out as if he owned the place.
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