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As she spoke, there was a nervous quiver in her voice, causing me to tilt my head in her direction. "You clearly don't grasp the arrangement," she began again, after swiftly composing herself. I rolled my eyes but allowed her to proceed. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go," she stated firmly, her thumbs gently brushing my cheeks, leaving a warm sensation in their wake. Unsure if Sophia's actions stemmed from mere kindness or something deeper, I battled conflicting thoughts. While my rational mind categorized it as a friendly gesture, my body, driven by primal instincts, hinted at a different interpretation. And instinct often overrides logic. Closing the gap between us, I observed Sophia's cheeks flush, eliciting a wider smile from me. At that moment, all I could envision was the meeting of our lips.