Anna knew if she indulged him, she would most definitely listen to words that would have her heart fluttering till New Year came and went. Sullivan was good with his speech in both manners. The one that could make you frightened and the sort that was capable of making a woman soft as jello.
She cleared her throat and stylishly shifted backwards as his face was too close and for some reason her eyes were daring her to stare at his features for too long. His slightly crooked nose, those striking amber eyes and his mouth. Lips that she had kissed once.
Sullivan spoke without her response. "I told you Annabelle, I told your life in a regard higher than mine." She remembered. When she was in the hospital and she questioned him to know how close their relationship was then. "That alone is a identification of how far I would go for your comfort and happiness." He finished, relaxing back into his seat.
