"why are you staring at me" "because you're beautiful" "you must be blind" "i am" "then how would you know i'm beautiful?" "i just do" warning: this book is so so so so cringeworthy and cliche and poorly written ! written before i had any idea how to develop a story lmao. slowly editing
"A lot is wrong with this, Skylar." He seemed aggravated. Then slowly he began to stand up lifting me off his lap and onto the desk. I pouted. "But I'm willing to push the wrongs aside," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "For you." Skylar, a student. Ethan, a teacher.
"To calm me down you always counted down from 10 with me. Each number you would tell me something you love about me. Why didn't you do that this time?"
