He stepped towards me, his fingers reaching forward to get a hold on the rim of my glasses. And suddenly the barrier amid our eyes was no longer present. I felt his brown eyes piercing down mine without any restrain. Like a white canvas being painted with vibrant colors. Like he painted me with colors.
He gently placed the glasses on his table and then gripped my wrist pulling me towards his couch. It wasn't as big as the bed—sofas my house had but it was big enough to have me curl my body on it. But I wasn't sure how Mr. Hudson was thinking of sitting on the couch as well. The couch wasn't that big.
"Remove your shoes, Mr. Roosevelt. If you're comfortable, get rid of your socks too." He instructed me gently and he adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. I suddenly felt a cold
