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Listening intently to his voice and watching his hand as he tried to explain to her what a poem was. She believed she got the jest of it, or at least as much as she could having no knowledge of human writing. The sable lady loved how patient he was being with her, how willing he was to explain things as best he could. It made her feel good, instead of feeling like some foolish child. There was something about Kansas that drew her in. It wasn't like when she met most people. Savina was always concerned about people liking her, but usually she just put herself out there with few reservations. It was different with him. The Italian girl was acting much shyer than usual, more concerned of making a good impression. Yet at the same time he had this quality about him that soothed her. She had never felt like this before. It was a little scary, but exciting too.
The poem he recited to her was beautiful. She had never heard words sound like that. Never known they could sound like that. The female was completely enchanted by them, and him. While Kansas' voice gave life to words of past, Savina found herself wanting to lean against him. To be able touch him, feel his fur against her. Her head was holding her back though. What if he doesn't like me? What if he runs away? The wonderful words of the poem calmed her racing thoughts, almost numbing her mind. After he recited the last words and looked back at her smiling, she smiled back, looking directly into his deep blue eyes. Then her body moved of its own accord, leaning against his shoulder and arm. It felt wonderful, being next to him. Like she never wanted to be without that feeling.
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