He took two steps, planting himself in front of me. I craned my neck back to look into his eyes. I crossed my arms tighter, as the urge to be in his arms was almost overwhelming. How did he manage to stay away from me all this time? This was torture!
"You know what I think of you?" He asked lowly. He continued before I could reply. "I think your the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I think you're smart, and funny and strong. You're the most opinionated person I've ever met, and also the kindest. But I also know what you think of me. So I'm not holding onto much hope for our bond."
I hadn't expected any of that. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.
"The amount of women-" I began.
"Not as many as you think." He interrupted me roughly. "You know what you've heard. But not
