13 - His touch

Seeing him standing in a black suit, his black hair pulled back away from his face, his dark blue eyes twinkling as he takes me in, makes my heart flip in my chest. His deep baritone voice sends shivers down my spine as he tells me how beautiful I look. I take his arm and we chat as we go up to the tower, just us, alone. I know he thinks I'm worried about him being alone with me, but if I'm being truthful, from the moment I laid eyes on him in the foyer, I've wanted to stay attached to him. I don't know what's come over me, I've never felt this way with anyone. I'm scared not for what he will do, but what I will do if given the chance. When I was laying in bed earlier, his face appeared the moment my eyes shut, his voice echo'd in my mind as he told me how he would pursue me and now he truly is. He opens the door and I step inside the tower, "it's amazing, you did this," there's a table against the wall, set up with a french lace table cloth, fine china and crystal, with gold c