“Oh, yes. I want to tell you how I couldn’t take my eyes off you the first time I saw you. I want to tell you how sweet you look when you’re focused on a spell. I want to tell you how much I love the way you blush. I want to spend hours and hours telling you everything I like about you.” He pulled a little away and stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “I want to fill your head with so many good things about yourself that you turn a little prideful with it all.”
HE FELL FIRST! I CAN'T!
