~~~Sofia's POV~~~

Why does it hurt so much when he calls me that. I know he doesn't mean to. I can see it in his eyes that he is sorry.

"Fee Fee, I'm so-"

"It's ok. I forgive you. Like Bella said, I can't keep running away from my problems. That name is just gonna stick with me. As much as I try to let it go, I can't. So don't apologize anymore. I'm just gonna have to figure out how to live with it and I will."

"Thank god. I didn't know if you were going to leave again."

"Nahh, I'm not going to run."

"You are very beautiful. You do know that right?"

"Thank you Michael. That means a lot to me. And I guess I'm beautiful. Well I was..." I said the last part almost in a faint whisper.

"You are. don't doubt yourself. Any guy would be lucky to have you. "

"Yeah. That's what you think. No one would want to put up with me."

"If I could then anyone could. Because you are a one of a kind."

"Can I ask you something"

"Yeah."

"Why do you treat me as if I am a rare diamond?"

"Well because, first of all, you are the most beautiful girl in the world that I've seen, second of all, you are different from any other girl that I've known. I pay attention to you. I understand you. It may not seem like it but I do."

"You pay attention to me huh?"

"Yeah, that's right"

"So if I were to ask you a question would you get it right?"

"Try me"

"Hmm... Since you think you "know me", what would be my favorite color?" I said with a smirk because I had more then one favorite color

"Let's see, you always wear red and black pajamas to bed, the day I met you, you had on a red bra and panties set. Under your beautiful red fitted dress, you mostly wear five colors which are red, black, purple, gold, and silver. Now since I see that your car has at least each of the colors somewhere in it I'm assuming I'm correct, and your ring has all of those colors in it. Now am I right or am I right?"

What the actual fuck? how did he know this. oh my god. No one and I mean no one ever new ALL of them they probably only knew 2 of them.

"Ok since you think you know things, what are my eye colors?"

"Green when you are happy, dark reddish brown when your pissed or mad, hazel when you're tired, blue when your depressed or sad, gray on Fridays, and last but not least my favorite purple when you are feeling loved."

He smirked knowing he was correct and he was indeed correct.

"Oh, I almost forgot when your confused they turn light brown"

"Michael what are you a psychic who told you these things. This is so unbelievable."

"Nobody told me anything, I just pay attention."

When he describes me, I don't know how to say this but I get butterflies. Why?? I have no idea why. What was he doing to me!!

"Well at least some one does. Anyways I'm going to let my ankle "rest" so see you later."

"See you later fee fee and if you need anything call me. ok?"

"Ok bye Michael."

I laid down and close my eyes. Seconds later I feel a pair of extremely soft lips on my cheek. I opened my eyes and see Michael standing over me with a smile.

"Sweet dreams beautiful"

I nod and closed my eyes with a smile on my face. It's like ever since he told me how beautiful I was and how he described me, I can't help but get this feeling in my stomach. I get butterflies more often now like every time I see him, or he says something to me heck even when I smell him I get them. This man has done something to me and I don't want this feeling to ever go away.

This feeling I get is indescribable. What is it? Why am I feeling this way all of a sudden? Why does he make me feel like this? I'm loving this feeling, but why me?

No, it can't be. Is it because I'm falling for him?....