Lyla
As soon as she left, Nathan came downstairs, draping a comforting hand over my shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah!" I nodded turning to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to get angry but it's difficult not to. She came to accuse me of crimes I didn't commit."
He nodded quietly, cupping my face in his hands. He smelt of fresh shampoo and cologne… even now, my heart skipped a bit as his face loomed over me. I couldn't deny he looked dashing because he truly did.
His hair was slicked back, highlighting the features of his face… His summer blue eyes, shone mischievously at me… very different from Ramsey's which was amber… He was almost two or three inches shorter than Ramsey if my memory serves me right and…
I paused my thoughts realizing what I was doing.
