[The kiss — surprises him for its depth, for its thoroughness, and he's made slightly breathless when it ends. To the sight of dampness, Sasuke feels the fragile emotion in his chest shiver, sheltered like the wings of a glass bird. Callused fingertips reach to brush the pale, tender shadows just beneath Cy's lower eyelids.
That question, however rhetorical, ears an owlish look.]
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That question, however rhetorical, ears an owlish look.]
What do restaurants have to do with this?
[Please explain your metaphor.]