Quote by Colleen Houck

There was a large sting near his upper lip. I touched it lightly. Does it hurt?My gaze moved from his lips up to his eyes. He was looking at me in a way that made me blush.Yes, he responded quietly.


There was a large sting near his upper lip. I touched it lig

Summary

In this quote, the speaker notices a sting near someone's upper lip and gently touches it. They inquire if it hurts, leading their gaze to shift from the person's lips to their eyes. The person responds quietly, confirming that it does indeed hurt. The quote primarily captures a moment of intimacy and connection between the speaker and this individual, with unspoken emotions communicated through subtle actions and exchanged glances.

By Colleen Houck
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