Alpha Maximus
Micah shrugs.
I giggle. Micah turns and pulls me close against his body. He gives me a mischievous look and begins to waltz. Micah is an amazing dancer. He is good at everything, to be honest. Fighting, schooling, especially maths and science, dancing, cooking. He is perfect at everything he does and perfect in every way. His kind, sweet personality. His face that the Gods must have chiselled themselves. His sable brown eyes which remind me of Autumn. His scent, oh Gods, his scent sends the cauldron inside me bubbling.