[His eyes soften as he begins to brush his fingertips against her cheek, feeling the warmth of that flush.
And as he leans in, his touch firming to brush back against her hair, he stops when he feels something softer and wider that isn't her hair. Blinking, he pulls back just a bit so he can look and...
...
A quiet smile as he reaches over and pulls the flower from her hair, bringing it between them so she can see.]
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[His eyes soften as he begins to brush his fingertips against her cheek, feeling the warmth of that flush.
And as he leans in, his touch firming to brush back against her hair, he stops when he feels something softer and wider that isn't her hair. Blinking, he pulls back just a bit so he can look and...
...
A quiet smile as he reaches over and pulls the flower from her hair, bringing it between them so she can see.]
This reminds me of something...