He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.
He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?
I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?
"You're full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace." I looked up at him and arched a brow. "I'm a girl. That's part of the job description, Mr. Maxfield."
Oh No! My wings are effed up!
The last time someone dried my hair for me was in sixth grade, when i broke my arm." "How did you break it?" "I fell out of a tree." "You fell out of a tree?" "I think there was a boy and a dare involved." "Ah.