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Eros’s pov

I thought about how her eyes darted everywhere whenever she spoke and, she rubbed her fingers together when she was nervous.

I could hear her cute laugh when I picked up a fresh sheet, a laugh I had only heard from spying on her from outside her house for I knew that I couldn't get close and in that moment I sneezed again, a reminder of why I should never get close.

I picked up another sheet.

Vanilla...

These were the words I wrote this time because that was what I could guess her scent was as it was hard for me to decipher.

I thought about how the gowns I had carefully picked for her fitted her so perfectly, how her eyes easily welled up with tears when she was upset, and how radiant her smile was.

I imagined holding her close, petting her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and asking about her well-being.

And then I imagined snapping Dmitri's neck.

I shouldn't have given her the go-ahead to date whomever she wanted knowing that I would never want a woman who isn't