51. Her Father

Viktor POV

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. I could tell I was making her feel very self-conscious. In all reality.. I was just admiring how happy she can be in a world full of hate.

“Am I not allowed to look at you?” I asked. She looked away and watched the fireworks. I’d have to say she looks absolutely breathtaking standing here before me. I’d never really noticed how she basically glowed when she was happy..

“I didn’t say that..” she said softly. Her eyes fell for a moment to watch the people down below.

“If you’d like to go down there.. you may.” I said.

“But what about you?” She asked as she looked back at me. Goddess.. why does she have to be so.. I need to stop. I can’t do that.

“I’ll be fine,” I said. No, I won’t.. I didn’t want her to go, but I didn’t want to keep her from going if that’s what she wanted.

“May I stay?” She asked. I nodded my head as I fought back the smile I’d shown her fat too many times tonight.

“If that is what you wish,” I said.