- Joined
- Jun 25, 2010
- Location
- Hogwarts
Her soft pink lips were licked deliciously as she sat upon the edge of her bed facing him. "I am yours to mold. You are the artist and I am our canvas" The rain pounding upon her window grew louder and then her voice got caught in her throat as thunder echoed in that one silent moment. Big bright green eyes grew wide and goosebumps formed on almost every inch of her exposed flesh. It would have been a little less embarrassing to have admitted it to a female room mate than a guy who had just flattered her beyond belief. Only then had she realized that her hand was covering her heart in a feeble attempt to still the raging organ. A weak smile formed upon her lips. "I-I'm sorry. Thank you so much. It's a bit embarrassing but....I really really hate and fear storms." Her eyes could no longer look at him. The idea of being afraid of storms seemed a little kidish to her.