Thirteen“You are by far the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure to know,” Thomas said to Mary as he held her hand while they walked through the meadow.
Mary stopped; she didn't quite know what she should say. She'd never thought of herself as beautiful. Before she could say anything at all, Thomas locked his eyes with hers. Mary felt his hypnotizing gaze penetrate through her, down to the depths of her soul. Heat rose from the pit of her stomach and settled in her face. She turned away before he could see her blush.
“Don't turn away.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her back around. “You're even more beautiful when you blush like that.”
“Thomas, please, I'm afraid I might stay this colour if you continue to speak to me this way.” Mary lowered her head no
