Chapter 43

William’s POV

“It’s huge,” she commented, looking at the aquarium.

We were outside it, having just gotten out of the car. During the drive, we hadn’t spoken much, simply listening to the radio and occasionally playing a song she liked. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her from time to time—her hair, her small eyes, her slender arms. She was pretty, truly, but she still wasn’t my type.

Every man has a type of woman, usually knows what they like or how they like them, and I’m not just talking about physical attributes (although sometimes that matters too). I mean emotionally, personality-wise, how a person carries themselves. There are so many factors that influence why you might be attracted to someone; you’d be surprised to hear them.

I sat down on a bench outside the aquarium and gestured for her to do the same. It was four in the afternoon, and the sun wasn’t too strong, so we could comfortably sit here. Her legs slid next to mine, and when she