"You're right, Your Majesty," he admitted. smiling a bit and looking downat his boots.She chuckled lightly. She had been thinking of what to say to hi...m,possibly giving him a list of rules, but she didn't actually want to dothings like that. They'd made their promises to each other a while ago.She wanted him to act sweetly and be cute for her and do everything sheneeded him to do. Controlling his behavior too precisely - micromanaginghim - was a hideous waste of both their lives and reminded her. Not because he had saved me, but because he felt true sorrow that it had happened at all.I actually looked at him then and found that he was very handsome. My blouse and bra were torn off and instead of ogling me like most other boys would have; Brock took off his school jacket and gave it to me before turning away so I could cover up in relative privacy. I had called the police and when they arrived I found out that not only had he defended me, he had broken his hand in the process; he had hit. ’ He dangled the jacket in front of him, pulling it behind his back when she stepped forward to grab it. She reached around him and he deftly twisted away, laughing. She stepped closer and reached the other way snagging one sleeve before he had a chance to twist back. They both pulled on the jacket in opposite directions, neither willing to let go. ‘It appears we are at an impasse,’ Mike quoted, grinning down at her. God she was gorgeous. Her dark hair was wet and slicked back into her. She was a beautiful Japanese woman with long black hair, a small frame, a lot everything going for her. She recently divorced my Columbian father, and they moved far away from each other. I was their only son. He was in New York now, and here we were in the mountains of north Georgia. Despite the dramatic adjustment I'd have to make to new schools, and a new life without my father, I was still optimistic about the new state. It would be a lot different from living in New Mexico.I was 11 with.