There’s a shift in the air. It’s chemical, almost, altering my brain to think that she’s moving even closer, her gaze unwavering. I don’t want to be the first to look away, but staring at Josephine is catastrophic. It’s noticing the freckles across her nose. It’s realizing her eyes have flecks of blue in them, the bright color mixed in with a sea of devastating green. It’s understanding she’s without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It’s recognizing for the first time that there’s a reason I can’t get this woman out of my head. An explanation as to why I go out of my way to
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