"So, now can you tell me your part of the story about you realizing that I'm the only man for you?" reminded Bobby narcissistically, with a wide grin.
His words of bungle turned up to be oddly positive and attractive to Margaret as she muttered, "Alright, I don't know exactly when, but as much as I remember I like you being as my brother when we are little and found myself awkwardly attractive to you both physically and mentally when I first hit my puberty. I went through a lot myself, cursing myself for having such reactions to my own sibling, blaming myself for being nasty, and thinking that my obsession would fade, eventually. But, sadly, as we grew up into teenagers, my feelings for you didn't fade away as I thought. I began to feel a stronger connection to you, and when I thought of not being with you, I would freak out and hurt my heart so much." She whispered, cuddling tightly. "Do you now understand my woes for you?" she asked meekly.
