Thomas
Cora is sitting there with the blanket pulled up to her chin but the look on her face says that she is anything but cold. I knew she was watching me earlier and nothing made me happier than to know that she was just as interested in me physically as well as personality-wise. To most, she may seem like your average girl with flame-red hair, but to me and that moron Michael she is anything but plain. Those doe eyes of hers make me feel like she can see straight into my soul. I catch myself almost shivering when she looks at me for long amounts of time.
I have tried my hardest to not come off as a sexually frustrated i***t around her but to be honest it is getting harder to not make a move on her. I know that she was saving herself for her mate, a name which I still have no idea why
