'Tell me something ,' he said 'Ummmh.....what?' she said 'Why do my heart race when I am around you' he said She looked at him puzzled. 'Well.....I don't know I'm not a doctor' she managed to say . . . . . . . . He didn't say anything .He began to walk .Closer he went to her .The further she went back until she hit something hard ,it was the old mahogany desk. He finally reach her. She recognized that she was trapped like a bug trapped in a spider's web . . . . . . . . . Oh he wanted her very much but he had to much pride and a huge ego to admit it. She was a delicate flower , although sometimes or most of the times she was like fire in the middle of the forest were there was oxygen and wind like there is no tomorrow. Oh he wanted her all but he was too afraid to make the first move. She was fire while He was ice. She was fresh air while he was poisonous wind. . . . . . . . . . . . . . He wanted her and although she hadn't notice it yet she wanted him very much too. That's all that had mattered for them to Paint The Perfect Image. ^^^^^^^^^°^^^^^^^^°^^^^^^^°^^^^^^°^^^^^
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