Ragnar's POV
I wondered why I never paid any attention to her dress before. Or the way her clothes seemed to hang off her skin just the right amount to show the slightest of her curves accentuating her beauty as well as hiding it.
Or was it the way her eyes complimented every single piece of clothing she wore? Like they had been crafted perfectly, given the right shade and size to slay in each outfit.
This girl was goddess-level beauty. Especially now that she was in a tank top, a zip-up hoodie and baggy jeans, with her backpack strapped across her shoulder and her hair tied in a loose ponytail. She didn't have any makeup on, apart from lipgloss. It was so f*****g inviting.
Reality crashed back into me, and I realized we were standing, eyes locked on each other, and her hand paused
