I stare into those beautiful amber orbs. We've both been silent for last few seconds, that was perfect, when there was silence my mind was free to actually think, and I was thinking about her. Who wouldn't think about her? She didn't know this though; hiding my emotions was my strongest point, seeing hidden emotions was hers. We are a match that would never catch fire on his Earthly hell. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, and I take this moment to soak her features into my crowded mind. Her skin was beautiful, a brown not to dark, not to light, her lips were full, and luscious. I close my own eyes, trying to picture her; her long perfect legs, her perfect ass, and hips. I open my eyes and hers are still closed, my eyes divert down to her breasts, and I wonder what it would feel like to hold those two perfect orbs in my hands, what the soft flesh, and her hard nipples would feel like. I imagine her holding me, touching me, and making feel better than my bastard of a father ever did, or than the devil had or would. As much as my emotions are powered by lust, I'm in love with her. Am I as crazy as everyone thinks I am, for loving somebody who knows nothing about me, except what she reads on paper? I might, but no matter how insane I may seem because of it, I Chloe am in love with Miranda Grey.