The Dear (Part III)

The final part of the prose....

He lets out a thoaty laugh. Is this how he is to see me in a humiliating and horrible situation? Yet at the same time that laugh, that look was extremely sexy. The smugness, the confidance, the utter pride. I wish I could take my  eyes  off his splendid physic, the way jis shirt swoops to reveal a strong kingly chest. His tights tailored to fit every curve. I shouldn't think such an intamite thing, for he should repulse me, not intice me. I am a grown up enough to think such. But why with a man that puts me through all that he has? Yet I still fight off images of me in his arms. Oh, such storng arms they are indeed...all the stornger to harm me with. Everything, every trait I admire and go after to pursue him, he can use against me. All but one thing those eyes. Mixmatched and wonderful. they show a hint of love as they do sparkle with suchan intense hate. Could his air, his persona be all but real? Be an illusion to fol me? Is he setting himself up for rejection by me? That I won't think he would stop his show along with the warfare...

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!