Spirits maybe my composure was holding strong that I first through.
But I had to press my lips together, and then sit on my hands. Reminding myself I had given my word.
“For you? Telling me that I’m beautiful is for you? Telling me that my eyes are incredible and my skin is flawless… was for you?”
Tilting my head to the other side. Because he was doing something, maybe flirting was the wrong word. -