Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore could tell her that she was his weakness but that would be wrong, she was his strength, she was the reason he
"Lydia…," he started making her suck in a breath, "All that I crave, all that I fear, all that I think is us"
"All that I do…" he trailed off.
"All that I am is for us" his voice dropped to a whisper, "And yes, I fear what could jeopardize us"
He caught her wrist and dropped a kiss on the inside of her wrist, she blinked when he met her eyes with his intense blue eyes. He wrapped their fingers together before letting a small smile grace his thin lips.
"I agreed it could be glass windows up the walls, at least where they belonged before" he said with a sigh.
She pouted, pulling her fingers from his grip, "But what they are about to do is very modern, soon people would try to follow, they would follow," she claimed.
