SOFIAAlex was visually pulling off my clothes as he stared at me. It wasn't like the perverted type. I kind of love the way he looked at me. It wasn't like the way my boss looked at me. This one was different, this one was filled with a kind of expression that put me in a serene place.I suddenly didn't care what he did to me, or think of me. I was safe in his presence, with him there, I felt I could take on the world whichever way I wanted to. He wasn't embarrassed. The fact that I slept in his arms, cried, and said some things didn't make him feel bad. Instead, he found a way to wrap the whole situation around to make it pleasing. I mean, he had this ability to turn a terrible situation into something that is very bearable and less embarrassing. That was who Alex was and who I was so comfortable with. When he said, “so, Sofia," his eyes twinkled with amusement, "be out quick, okay,” it was this time I understood what it meant to have butterflies roaming in one's stomach. Before,
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