Tennessee: Like, I can only pick one thing as my favorite? Jus - one thing? I can't say my favorite thing about Eli is Eli? Lord, I can't pick just one thing as my absolute favorite. I love his body, o'course - his sweet little stomach an' the freckles on his cheeks, y'know? But that ain't the most important thing. I love when he's a brat, a little bit of a princess, y'know? Like, he don't wanna get his hands dirty an' he's kinda spoiled rotten. I like spoilin' him jus' as much. An' oh, I love the way he looks at me an' the way he wants me. See, he looks at me like I'm jus' the best thing on two legs, an' it makes me feel like I am. Oh, an' I love-
(I'm just cutting him off there because I fear he could go on for ages.)
Hans: I don't think I had many thoughts in my head, and you wouldn't either if you looked up and he was smiling at you the way he smiled at me. I can tell you that my heart started to pound, my cheeks turned red as apples, and I felt like a magnet being pulled to him. My mind was so blank. The first thought I finally had was of him being a faery, and that I would eat any fruit he offered me, even if it meant I would be lost in a faery circle forever. How could I resist?
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