Oh, but he’s beautiful. I’m well aware men are not meant to think such things about each other, but I can’t help it. I’ve never set eyes on someone as absolutely lovely as him. His hair is golden in the sun. His skin pale and near flawless. He’s fine-featured and fine-boned. And his eyes…the deepest, most fathomless blue. If he knew what I thought of him, would he still smile at me so?
