"So when did you meet Thaddaeus?" I can't help but ask. I was getting impatient. I do not need to know what wood they use or how they repaired the ship. I just needed to know what kind of person Admiral Nunez is. "Did you meet him right away?"
Jacob yawned and stretched his legs. He placed both his hands on the wooden chest and looked up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he stayed quiet. In our silence, I could not help but study him. The more I looked at Jacob, the more handsome he got. My eyes followed a trail of skin down to his lips. They were parted a bit. My heart began to race and my hand moved on its own. I wanted to touch his face and I am curious on how his lips would feel against my fingers.
