He told me, in his eyes, no one would ever be prettier than me. Though I felt as feminine as a rag doll, he gave me hope. He's never lied to me, so ho... could I not trust him?I see him as my protector, as he has always been there to open my eyes to potential obstacles. Though I can't say he has kept me from having any bumps or bruises, he has protected me from any significant damage. At school, he has discouraged bullies from picking on me. At home, he stands up and accepts responsibility when. Olivia couldn’t really remember why they were here, or how they had started talking to him, but to her it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time had all fallen from her mind as she became ever more engrossed by the man, both his stories and, as she looked directly at him, his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and as her eyes moved. " Cynthia made a big production of coming over and planting a big kiss on my lips. We all laughed.All of this had distracted me from looking over towards Cindy's mom although when I looked back they were still there. I wanted to get a better look at them but I was half-afraid to leave Cindy and Cynthia alone while doing so. This was because the two boys who had talked to C & C earlier kept glancing over our way as if they were trying to get up the courage to come over again. So I just watched. He supposed they could both sneak people in on the same night. It was a big house.“What about you? Are you still going to wait for marriage, Danny?” Brittney leaned in toward her brother, inviting the exchange of secrets. His breath was cool with a faint hint of spice and muffin.“I don’t think so.” Daniel shook his head and regarded his beautiful sister.“Well, I’m sure you’ll make some girl very happy someday.” She patted his knee, stood up, and carried her plate into the kitchen.Daniel thought.