Luther
It was hard to think when she was around. The dim lights hid half her face in shadows, enhancing her sharp cheekbones - so sharp, she could probably cut the hand of whoever slaps her - or dared to.
"What are you staring at?" she demanded, blushing a deep red: My new favourite colour.
I shrugged. It wasn't like I was going to tell her that my body had a mind of its own. What Lord couldn't control himself - especially when he was constantly standing at full attention every time she so much as looked at me. I, instead, smiled at her and gave her a gentle nudge with my shoulder. "I think you know."
She blushed deeper. It took me everything I had not to laugh out loud. If my heart was still beating, it'd beat so loud, I was certain half the castle would hear it. For the life of me
