Eros’s pov
I thought about how her eyes darted everywhere whenever she spoke and, she rubbed her fingers together when she was nervous.
I could hear her cute laugh when I picked up a fresh sheet, a laugh I had only heard from spying on her from outside her house for I knew that I couldn't get close and in that moment I sneezed again, a reminder of why I should never get close.
I picked up another sheet.
Vanilla...
These were the words I wrote this time because that was what I could guess her scent was as it was hard for me to decipher.
I thought about how the gowns I had carefully picked for her fitted her so perfectly, how her eyes easily welled up with tears when she was upset, and how radiant her smile was.
I imagined holding her close, petting her, whispering sweet nothings in
