There could possibly be no perfect guy. It was no use waiting on for a Prince Charming.
Alice would agree with those statements wholeheartedly.
But at this moment though, it wouldn’t hurt to say that he was pretty darn close. Not because he was an actual Prince, or bought her a lot of clothes and shoes. (Although that might be a recipe for a great guy) But he could sweep you off your feet- quite literally. His hand guiding her back, as he ended their dance with a dip. She felt like she was floating in the clouds. His gray eyes looking at her intensely, it was enough to leave her breathless.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” Blake broke the reverie with a soft chuckle, as he helped her to her feet. “I was afraid that you were as bad as you said you were, but you managed to go through all
