He is the epitome of a gentleman. I can't help but keep looking at his stunning face repeatedly. I acquired him and that emotion when I didn't know what type of feeling I only showed and felt to him, but I do believe it's not the romantic sort of a feeling at all.
I admire him. I like him, but I don't love him. There are a lot of different ways to characterize him.
"Are you okay now?" His question prevented me from concentrating on the expression on his face, and in response, I nodded my head and smiled slightly.
"You are to blame, that is for sure. I want that I could read you continuously without being interrupted by other things—"
He stopped me in the middle of my sentence by saying, "You can still read me even though we're going to battle and survive together." This phras
