Demetri lay on the couch watching Nora as she studied with concentration. Even as his eyes scanned her from head to toe, his brain kept on wondering what it was about this girl that he simply could not stop thinking of her. Thousands of questions and as many answers went through his mind. He'd never thought that he'd fall first for a woman and fall this hard. The stark difference between the period before her and after her was almost like moving from black and white to high-definition-colored pictures.
He liked the way her eyes narrowed unconsciously as her gaze lingered on something she found difficult to grasp or the way her lips lifted up from the corner when she understood the answer. Like a little fool, he found himself committing every micro-expression of hers to his memory.
