None Of You Appreciate Me.

I Don’t Know, Sage. You Threw Yourself In The Line Of Pepper Spray For Me. You Must Like Me Just A Little Bit.” “i— I Figured It’d Be A Shame To Ruin Your Pretty Face,” I Stammered.

I Tried To Be A Better Person For Her– But It Was To Impress Her, To Get Her To Want Me. But When I’m Around You, I Want To Be Better Because… Well, Because It Feels Right. Because I Want To. You Make Me Want To Become Something Greater Than Myself. I Want To Excel. You Inspire Me In Every Act, Every Word, Every Glance. I Look At You, And You’re Like… Like Light Made Into Flesh. […] You Have No Clue How Beautiful You Are Or How Brightly You Shine.

I Couldn't Recall The Last Time I'd Seen That Much Of Him On Display. It Was Wonderful And Frightening On The Same Time. I Then Said The Stupidest Thing Possible. "you're Not Scared Of Anything." "i'm Scared Of A Lot Of Things. I Was Scared For You" He Released Me, And I Stepped Back. There Was Still Passion And Worry Written All Over Him. "i'm Not Perfect, I'm Not Invulnerable.

He Was Almost Naked Too, But I Hadn't Quite Gotten To His Boxers Yet. (they Were Silk Because, Honestly What Else Would Adrian Wear?)

Bringing Children Into It Was Just Low, I Decided. At Least Heʹd Left Puppies Out.