His personality, his looks, and even the things he was doing now... it was all so similar.
So gentle.
A mature man who never bothered her about work, who knew how to give her space.
If it weren't for those moments when she could truly feel Miles Sherman's hidden madness, she would find it hard to believe he had fallen in love with her.
Miles Sherman took a few seconds to process the word when he first heard it.
He gently pulled Zoe Pierce into his arms. "I like that word."
'How could he not have thought about being her husband?'
And yet, here they were, in this kind of relationship.
Zoe Pierce leaned against Miles Sherman and asked, "Do I smell? I haven't showered yet."
She usually showered as soon as she got home, since her classes were quite physically demanding.
Miles Sherman paused. "You don't smell bad. Go ahead and shower if you want to."
Zoe Pierce glanced at the still-warm dishes on the table, shook her head, and decided to eat first.
