Chase had never acted like this before in his memory. Speaking soft, kind words, and making such gentle contact. He wasn't sure where it was coming from, but it felt so natural. He was smart, gorgeous, and good with girls. If only he were more mentally stable his life could have been so much different.<br/><br/>Chase gently moved his hand up the side of her face, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes, without removing his hand afterwards. "I see," he said quietly. Then he bent over to speak softly in her ear. "Then you will be my definition of beautiful-- whatever it is you look like. You, and only you, as the first person to play with me, touch me, and break all those rules I hate, will be perfect in my eyes."