บท 477: You Are Manipulative

Demyan

I smiled. Not just any smile. The kind that had both the top row and bottom row of my teeth on full display. I probably looked like I was on drugs, with my hair frizzed up to an afro, in clothes I would never set foot out of the house with and barefeet with my ugly feet out for everyone to see 

I guessed that was how I was in New Zealand. It was the one place where all the designer clothes and fancy cars looked a bit stupid when you were out by the country. When he held out the flowers for me I took them from him, sniffed them with every single ounce of my lung then I smiled even harder to the point I could not see. 

"I love them Ethan," I wrapped my free arm around his neck and gave him a kiss, "I love you thank you so much."