"I know what you want Juliet, and I want it too, but there is no need for rush, for once I am in there, you are officially mine, I am not letting you go".

In a quiet corner of Dylan's mind, he admires, and cherishes, Juliet shaped eyes, like galaxies swirling with hidden depth, drawing him in their captivating sparkle.

He had never felt so alive before, since he took her back to his place, he had never left the house, except going away to find them what to eat.

Watching her smile to his jokes, he could only swallow hard, showing off his Adams apple.

Juliet loves the way he stares at her, she has had admirers before, but none of them had ever looked at her, the way Dylan looks at her.

He hardly wears clothes, he was always too busy, and always sweaty, his protective arms is usually enticing, encouraging her that she could go on with him.

"You are beautiful". He says, and she blushed.

When she got off the floor, where they had both been sitting,

He admires yet her graceful silhouette, a symphony of curves and lines, which seems to dance effortlessly, with every step she took, an embodiment of elegance and poise.

When she came back, she