[johnny doesn't think that her lack of willpower is a problem at all. he leans against the wall as he looks at her, noticing the way her hand tightens on the door knob out of the corner of his eye. the tiny smirk on his face widens a bit as he drinks in the sight of her. she is as gorgeous as she always has been with her blond hair, that look on her face.
he misses her, aches for her, needs her, loves her (the kind of love that can drown a person). can't stop thinking about her. johnny knows exactly where she'll be. at that masquerade ball. he doesn't have to ask but he asks anyway, because he is not planning on staying away from that ball even though he is certain her brothers will be there too.
johnny wouldn't miss out on the chance to see her in one of those gorgeous gowns she wears.
his hand rests against the wall as he turns to her with that little smirk still in place.]
Months ago.
[he pushes himself off the wall, saunters over in her direction with that focused look in his gaze.] Was wondering when you'd show up.
u love meeeeeee ;)
he misses her, aches for her, needs her, loves her (the kind of love that can drown a person). can't stop thinking about her. johnny knows exactly where she'll be. at that masquerade ball. he doesn't have to ask but he asks anyway, because he is not planning on staying away from that ball even though he is certain her brothers will be there too.
johnny wouldn't miss out on the chance to see her in one of those gorgeous gowns she wears.
his hand rests against the wall as he turns to her with that little smirk still in place.]
Months ago.
[he pushes himself off the wall, saunters over in her direction with that focused look in his gaze.] Was wondering when you'd show up.