PROLOGUE
I was jerked awake from my thoughts when a pair of wet arms wrapped themselves around me.
I turned around and faced the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen. They were tender and warm, and I could see the affection swimming around in their depths. The looked like the grass from a clearing were most romantic stories develop, and I once again wondered how could a pair of such breathtaking eyes look at me like that?
Surely that couldn't be for me?
I mean why would they?
I would understand the behaviour of such eyes if the person to behold was a beauty. A beauty like the ones you read about in stories about fierce women who face adversity and always come out winning! A beauty like the one you see in most ads, that usually don't live up to reality expectations, but still you dream and you hope that someday you can live up to that. A beauty like the one you see on the sculpted statues of Greek goddess and you wonder what kind of amazing myth they hide.
No this amazing pair of swearling green eyes weren't beholding one of those beauties and let me tell I'm glad that they aren't because if that was the case then they wouldn't be beholding the averageness in front of them. And I wouldn't be thinking like this.
And then I wouldn't have the pleasure of looking right back at those pools of green.
But mostly because if that was the case then I wouldn't have these muscular arms push me against a warm body and snuggle me up to it.
Well you must be wondering why the hell I'm going to such lengths to describe a pair of green eyes and what they see. The truth is that they are beholding me and I feel the need to tell you the story of how I met them.
So get ready to enter the mind of an average person who was bestowed with the gift of having a pair of eyes looking with that kind of emotion at them.
