I blinked owlishly at him, his words penetrating my mind. What he was saying was true. I looked like my mother and I"d always considered her beautiful – perhaps he really did see me differently to the way I saw myself. It didn"t change anything though, it didn"t matter that he found me attractive now. What about twenty years from now – when I was forty and he still appeared to be twenty-four?
“I don"t care about your looks, Charlotte,” Lucas interrupted, obviously reading my thoughts from the emotions flitting across my face. “That is not to say that I don"t find you extremely attractive, the very thought of kissing you and holding you is enough to drive me to distraction – but your looks are not the only thing I love. I adore every part of you and more importantly, I love your very soul.
