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His arms became my anchor. He rests his hand on the top of my head or rubs his fingertips across my brow and it’s like being bathed in warm cinnamon. He has these devilish pointed eyebrows that make you think he could be trouble, but under them are the kindest, softest brown eyes. He gets this look in his eyes sometimes when he looks at me that says ‘you are the world.’ He gives me goosebumps.