(Loki)
I leaned on the railing on the back porch, taking another drag off my cigarette, leaving Scarlett fast asleep in my bed. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself. This girl was fucking perfect, and It wasn’t even about her body or the incredible sex. She is authentically herself, never trying or pretending to be anything else, unlike all the fake girls and ‘friends’ that seem to hang around me. She was just her. I loved her stubbornness, the fire that seemed to burn inside her like she was made of starlight. Even if sometimes she could be a pain in my arse, I had huge fucking feelings for her.