Or how I can barely follow her train of thought as her mind bounces from one thought to the next, only vocalizing half of them. It leaves me bewildered how we got to a topic, and yet utterly entranced that we did. Adoration is not a feeling I had ever experienced before my little rabbit. Love, affection, desire, even possessiveness I’ve all felt for Jude and West, but neither of them could bring about this same wistful adoration, only Berlyn.
