{Viktor’s POV}
All of us were watching her, the way she walked, the sweet way she talked, all of her little mannerisms. When she got dressed and came out to read, none of us could look away. The way she bit her lip, and her eyes went wide when something would happen. The way her face would flush, and she’d become embarrassed.. then, when her fingers went to her lips. That simple movement.. she looked ethereal, like some forgotten goddess.
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts away, we had been trying to speak to her on and off again, but she’s so enthralled in her book she hasn’t heard a word we said. Then the timer went off in the kitchen. She jumped up, putting on her shoes and rushing inside. Time to see what kind of book had her so enthralled within its pages. I hurried ove
