Ilsa stares for a second too long before she steals her eyes away, looking anywhere but at him or the way his wet hair clings to his forehead, or how the water dribbles down the sides of his face—]
You should sit down. I can make room on the couch for you.
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Ilsa stares for a second too long before she steals her eyes away, looking anywhere but at him or the way his wet hair clings to his forehead, or how the water dribbles down the sides of his face—]
You should sit down. I can make room on the couch for you.