KEIRA’s POV

Papa was overjoyed to see that I came like I had promised I would earlier this morning. But I was not there to see him, per se. I was there as an excuse to see Clint, and it was totally worth it.

He was wearing white shorts that exposed his tanned, long legs and a blue shirt. Blue seemed to be his colour. It was my favourite colour. Clint was staring at me like he could read my mind, like he could tell I was there because of him.

And I was not even going to deny it.

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