"A red rose is valuable," he whispered, lightly fingering the flower's frail petals. "Soft, delicate, but deadly. Like the thorns." He glanced up at me with those gorgeous grey eyes. Moving closer he took my hand within his own. "Like you." I bit back a surprised gasp. It became difficult to breathe and my heart pound...
She didn't like to socialise. Friends were a waste of time, and they were always so dramatic. He lived to help people. It was his passion, being a motivational person and to help people with obstacles in their lives was something he was good at. So here we have the Social Butterfly and the Highschool Recluse. And to e...