by Iri » December 23rd, 2014, 4:55 am
Neema sighed. For some reason, she felt her patience growing short. "Enzi," she said stiffly, trying to keep her temper under control, "of course I do. Why would you think any differently?" For some strange reason, her patience was only being deflated every time he asked her "you do?" when she told him she loved him.