C20 Poor people

April Jane Santisima pov:

(Still)

Our faces are so close to each other. He just moved a little so that our lips could touch. I could already smell his fragrant scent as if waking up my sleeping earthly body. My heartbeat is also beats fasts, I don't know but it's very deafening. It was as if I was daydreaming as I stared at him freely. I wonder how kind and gentleman he is