“Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted."No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.”
“You’ll be my girlfriend?” he asked. Butterflies were throwing a party in my stomach. “If that’s what you want.” “I want.” Remy grinned.”
“We sat down and I could feel my breathing quicken as the butterflies returned to dance in my stomach.”
“Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!”
“A full stomach allows the brain to be hungry for common sense.”
“I can't help it, I run up to him and put my arms around him. Shocked he pulls away, just a little because my arms are still around him and he lifts my head to look at him and kisses me. "And you've been trying to act like you aren't interested." he says while smiling that smile that makes butterflies suddenly appear in multitudes in my stomach.”