Nathan

I open my eyes with a faint groan of pain, and when I see Giselle still curled up beside me, I gently brush a few strands of hair from her face, taking in every little detail—those full lips that tempt me beyond reason, lips I’d never stop kissing if it were up to me. Her eyes, though closed now, are the purest green I’ve ever seen. I could go on and on about everything I find captivating about her, and yet I can’t stop scolding myself for once thinking she was ugly. I silently ...