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I checked for my bus pass in my hand bag as I made my way out of work. I had to work pretty late tonight. I couldn’t help thinking it was a good thinking it was a good thing Shawn wouldn’t have to wait up for me. My heart ached again just thinking about him.

When I looked up I stopped walking. I just stood there, my legs feeling weak. It took all of me not to run, not to jump into his arms, not to kiss him, not to cry. Because he stood there.

Shawn.

We stared at each other for a while and then he walked up to me.

“What are you...” I started, not sure where I got the words.

Still meeting my gaze, those eyes of his that always seem to melt me, he reached into his pocket and took out something.

I finally...

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