His finger traces the margin of the paper, just close enough to brush the ink, just far enough to make the other lean in....

His finger traces the margin of the paper, just close enough to brush the ink, just far enough to make the other lean in. The bookshelf hums with the weight of every lesson left unspoken. #teacher #romantic

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