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Kiss of the Irish
by Pirate Turner
The morning sunlight shimmered on her eyebrows. Sean's emerald eyes widened as he looked closer at Emma's beautiful face. Untainted by mascara, her eyebrows glimmered as though they had been poured onto her porcelain face with pure gold. They called to him, silently bewitching him as he leaned forward and gently kissed each, sending thrills racing through Emma.
Emma trembled with delight as her blue eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at him, her love shining through her expression. "Good morning, handsome."
"Top o' th' mornin' tae ye, luv." Sean grinned down at her. Aye, he even loved her eyebrows!
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