(various pov)
Well, he did make something delicious, should I be a bit more polite to him.
slowly I stood, my movement was fluid, eyes once downcast shielded by long thick blue lashes fluttered to view the male who had gifted me such a wonderful thing.
This male is of mixed heritage, the first time we had met was the first time I decided to take a step back from Birdie.
Kneeling before a junior, how insulting as an elder. I struggled not to think about those thoughts and focused on the memory of this male.
That time I had been so preoccupied I had almost smashed my face on his rock hard chest.
Back then I had been fourteen while he a seventeen or eighteen-year-old male had a body like a wall, he had also caught in a strong fragrant embrace.
I subtly inhaled, he smelled the same of cold rose, an alluring scent to me.
What had he said back then?
Something about causing calamity?
