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Xavier tried to keep a straight face, but I could see his lips twitch, a light laugh escaping despite his efforts to remain composed.
Feeling bold, I kept the playful banter going as we wandered further into the quieter sections. I "accidentally" brushed against him more often than necessary, letting my shoulder linger against his arm as I whispered silly observations about suggestive abstract shapes, which he fought hard to suppress his amusement over.
"That painting? Totally reminds me of last night. With all those flowing lines and pressure points. Very inspirational."
I couldn't help but notice his ears got a slight pink tint under the gallery lights, and it thrilled me. The Ice King, blushing in public because of me, it was even better than any artwork.
We wandered into a secluded corner filled with smaller pieces, where the lighting was softer and there weren't many people around.
