I was lying with my stomach up. My eyes were closed and Stark hand was on my hip. "You're staring" I say, my eyes closed. "I'm gazing" he corrects, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. "It is creepy" I say, finally opening my eyes and turning to him briefly. "It's romantic" he corrects, once again, gently kissing me on the lips. I felt like he was my one true love. I was not thinking about Deagon, whatsoever. All I was thinking was that Stark somehow loved me and I. the same. Can I, the Beast, fall in love with the Beauty?
