One Hundred And Four

Zyrielle's POV.

“Oooh, this looks pretty. You can wear this, it'll bring out your eyes.” Rain suggested it when I showed him a yellow sundress.

“Are you sure it's because it brings tears to my eyes or because you love it so much and want me to wear it?” I inquired from him, catching on easily.

I was beginning to understand him fairly well and knew when he was only teasing. That man was insatiable.

“What if it's a mixture? I love the dress and I think it's going to bring out your eyes. I love the fact that it shows a little bit of flesh for everyone to see how beautiful you are, but also a warning for them not to come close so that they don't get burnt. You are like a wildflower whom they can only hope to have but would never enter into their nests.”

“You are suddenly turning philosophical. I can imagine what the news is going to sound like. A business tycoon abandoning his first career and turning into a poet all because of a woman's dress.” I wrote In the air.

Rain smiled softl