danila kozlovsky

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Ever since that night in the lounge, I’d noticed him watching me with this same, studious expression. He never actually did it during the trainings themselves—those were business. But before and after, he would sometimes lighten up just a little, and I’d see him look at me in a way that was almost admiring. And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me…I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.