**Phoebe's POV**
Lorenzo was caressing my cheek as he stared into my eyes. He told me he had prayed for me, and I didn't quite know how to respond. I was still in shock that he would leave the life he has always known, for me. A girl that met just a few weeks ago. I didn't know what was special about me, or what he exactly saw in me, but I did know that if this is what love was supposed to be, then I was going to stop questioning it, and just let him love me.
"You prayed for me?" I whispered, and a smile lit up his face. "How do you know it's really me you prayed for?"
He stared into my eyes. "When I was a little boy, my momma was my best friend. She had the kindest heart, could light up the room when she walked in, and would look at me and I felt safe and loved." I could really see ho
