Fear and nervousness gripped her as she waited for his response. Her patience wore thin. "So, you have not thought of me in this manner." She stated quietly, mostly speaking to herself and not expecting any kind of response.
"God, why?" She whimpered in silent frustrated prayer when he remained silent causing her to feel more unease, almost regretful for telling him how she felt.
"No, I have.” he spoke, drawing her attention back to him, “Since the moment I saw you with that despicable prince of Zendora. You have invaded most of my thoughts. At first, I simply thought it was due to curiosity. You are unlike any other human I have ever come across." He spoke carefully, reassuring her of her own feelings and his own. She could feel her cheeks begin to heat up at the thought of there bein
