#Chapter65
Arrick has boyish, cute sort of gorgeousness; always clean shaven. He’s still manly and would still be called handsome, but there is a softness to his face that I always preferred. Square-jawed with man brows and a steely glare when he wants it, but something sweet, almost a gentleness when he’s relaxed. Eternally young.
/"Food fit for a queen./" He laughs jokingly, dishing out my fries and burger and hands me my banana shake. Everything I always order.
