If contact was broken one of them would topple. That much seemed certain.
While he stood there his gaze rested on a face in the crowd. Hers.
The moment he had seen her he had fallen for her, although he wasn't in the habit of falling for just any woman.
But he knew: if he fell now he would keep falling.
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