ALEXANDER'S POV
I took away the set of books handed to me. Gently, I placed them on the table. Once again, it is time to clean the library- dusting away the dirt that the books collected over the past few days. Turning back to the shelf, I stared at the person helping me. Her hair falling perfectly in her back, a few of its strands get stuck in her face because of the little sweat in her temples. How beautiful she looks as her dress hugged so… perfectly. Whenever I was bestowed such a gift to stared at her, I can't help but get lost in her beauty.
I have done this choir hundreds of times before, but never in those times have I ever felt this happy. I could clean the library with Rachelle thousands of times. But I will never get sick of it, so long as I can spend time with her.
"Alexander"
"Alexander"
