As he walked across the hall, my eyes followed him. His charm, his perfection, his very demeanor had drawn me like a moth to a flame. By a stroke of chance, his onyx eyes met mine and my heart stopped for a moment.
As he walked across the hall, my eyes followed him. His charm, his perfection, his very demeanor had drawn me like a moth to a flame. By a stroke of chance, his onyx eyes met mine and my heart stopped for a moment.