"Hmm, got it."
Valentine Teller was very obedient and compliant, a stark contrast to the usual prickly Valentine. Mark Reed was not used to it.
He looked at her from every angle, always feeling something was off. But then he thought perhaps this was the result of his efforts, her muddled mind finally clicked into place, very good.
He felt joyful, with smiles radiating from his eyes.
He looks so handsome when he smiles!
Valentine gazed at Mark Reed with a silly daze, feeling as if she was drunk, his smile intoxicating her.
Being drunk is good, being drunk means she can act on impulse, love when she wants to love, do what she dared not do before, say what she dared not say, no matter if he loves her or not, as long as she loves him, that's enough.
Her fair arm climbed onto his shoulder, her orchid-like breath brushed against his neck, she took a deep breath, inhaling, his body always carrying that refreshing scent, as fresh and distant as a forest.
