Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

In spite of her innocence she could not wash away the sensation that she needed to stay on edge. Perhaps not excessively so, but enough to warrant consideration of his invitation. It was better safe than sorry, wasn't it? She didn't recall who had taught her such a thing, did not chalk it up to instinct.

Fascinated... by me," she said, disbelief coating her words and thoughts. "Why?" No one had ever claimed such a thing; her interest held in this strange god of sorts, and her brow furrowed with confusion. She was no one special.