Meant to Be... Yours
She cupped his face, and he leaned in her hand, closing his eyes. “Look at me, Justin.” His dark gray eyes were once again staring at her, glowing under the moon. “Am I that much like her? Are there no differences between us?”
“Ella… Please…” He nuzzled in her hand, his voice raspy, deep. “Understand, when I look at you, I see her...” She flinched and disappointment showed in those sparkling green gems. “Let me finish…” He trailed off and his grip on her became stronger. She nodded. “I see her… I don't know how to explain. You are different. When I look at you, I see a different woman. You have a strength she'd never had, but…” He pressed her to him, his eyes darkened to that midnight bluish gray. He drew a long breath, hiding his face in her neck, smelling her sweet perfume.
“But…” she whispered, coaxing him to finish his thoughts.
“You remind me of her… It's so damn confusing…”
“Is that bad?” She embraced him, running her hand along his back. “What are you doing?”
“I'm answering your question.” He took the clip holding her hair up. The ebony hair fell like a waterfall around them under the moonlight.
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