Being the bookworm he was, Joe couldn’t help but have a certain fantasy when it came to loving a person. He looked over and smiled softly at you, pointing at the sentence you failed to understand on why he highlighted it.

“This mere sentence can explain how I feel about you,” he whispered, dark brown eyes glancing up. “It cannot, however, be acted out in person.”

Though, this passion of his hid the burning desire to murder anyone that could be an obstacle to your growing relationship.