I’ve also never looked at Nero for so long before. I never could. I could only steal glances, knowing that he’s so high-strung, so alert, that each time I was risking him turning that blazing stare on me, shrinking me down to nothing in the heat of his gaze. I didn’t want to draw his attention. I didn’t want him to cut me down for daring to look at him. Now my eyes are fixed on him like I’m seeing him for the first time. It’s too much. He fills my brain. Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the moment, but I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
