[ He helps her to her feet and lead her towards the now mainly empty dancefloor - it's colder there, but he pulls Isabelle to him, keeping her hand in his and turning it so that their palms slide against one another, his other hand setting on her waist. ]
I haven't stopped thinking about you.
[ He's not lying, either. Since their first date, and their text conversation, he's been thinking about her so much it's kept him awake late at night, thinking of songs to add to her mixtape; of the way her hair seems to glow in the dying sun; of her kindness, the curve of her spine, the red-blood of her lips. ]
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I haven't stopped thinking about you.
[ He's not lying, either. Since their first date, and their text conversation, he's been thinking about her so much it's kept him awake late at night, thinking of songs to add to her mixtape; of the way her hair seems to glow in the dying sun; of her kindness, the curve of her spine, the red-blood of her lips. ]