*Olivia*
I have never paid much attention to the masses. They aren’t part of my world. Yet, walking among them, I can’t help but notice that they don’t seem so very different. Jack blends in very well, but I know it’s because he is making a point to do so. I have considered him as coming from the dregs of society, but that isn’t where he belongs. I think he belongs exactly where he is.
It feels improper for me to be so very much aware of another man, and yet it seems so natural. I know when Jack will grin… before he grins… because a bit of the devil first appears in his eyes and then it works its way into a slow smile.
He doesn’t grin often, but when he does, it has the power to steal my breath. When he isn’t quite certain of himself or is thinking through a problem, he rubs the under
