Cyra
Yorick is everything that I dreamed my mate would be. He’s gorgeous, a fantastic kisser, he’s charismatic, he’s charming, and his smile lights up his entire face. And the more we talk, the more I realize that he’s also very intelligent. That shouldn't surprise me, he’d have to be intelligent to have made it to the Academy. But with him, I don’t feel like I have to explain everything. I feel like he gets it, he gets me.
After he buys our dinner, we found a quiet place in the cafeteria to eat. It looks like the others are starting to pair off like we have. While we eat, he peppers me with questions about things that I like; favorite food, favorite color, favorite flower, favorite movie, favorite takedown move, pretty much everything that he could think of to ask, he did. The entire ti
